Rashes and allergies, due to an innocuous herb,
I am not as rock solid as others - you can easily perturb.
Easily startled by sounds, that to others are imperceptible,
Bruised by a pea deep below, to the prince makes me acceptable.
Gloom and doom, because of an innocuous weather,
If its too cold or hot, I turn to stone from feather.
I count the many shades, of blues and blacks around,
Can feel the weight of being different, even before I am crowned.
Hurt and pained, because of an innocuous comment,
I can discern the scorn, that is only tangentially meant.
I get triggered in a hundred ways, or go in a shell like a touch-me-not,
My empathy can heal the kings, like the Grail that is highly sought
My sensitivity is not my Achilles heel, its the unique vantage I have got,
It lets me absorb and process deeply, and rise above the human lot.
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