Hello, everyone. This is Glen with a little bit of poetry. Is empathy some sort of racket? A scam? Sometimes I go to bed with troubles on my mind. They're not mine. But who worries about me? Are there concerns about my state of being? No one has asked to check my pulse or mood. Have I been conned by my own heart? Have I fell victim to a scheme? Forgive me if it sounds like I'm too emotional about all these feelings