Empathy for psychics

I used to think they were jerks those people.

But they can see it, they can hear it, they’ll probably go recluse after a short while.

I don’t want to know what you know psychics, i really don’t, the things you must hear everyday, the things you must see. Especially when the creeps stroll by and you know what they did the night before.

I know i wouldn’t want to walk by someone in a store and hear “I have to get rid of the body soon, they’ll know if i don’t get rid of the body.” But i’m sure mostly it’s just a huge porn factory in their heads right, could drive you crazy.

My new found empathy for the psychic. Seemingly the meanest people on earth they are, but it’s probably just from hearing people’s thoughts that they think are secret. I don’t even want to know what they are thinking, good luck psychics.

As the psychic grows and the truth becomes evident they begin to ice over inside. They can see all of the schemes and secrets, they can see it all. And i don’t even want to know.

I thought they were mean. Maybe i was wrong. Maybe they just saw to much.