Sometimes I look At a person And try to feel who they are And sometimes I do And I'm left wondering If a human being Can feel Another person With just a little thought How can't the human experience  Be the end all  Start all Know all Of everything  That ever was  Or wants to Or will be But then I remember that I can't  And the things I feel  Are my own pain But I'm left to wonder If I need to feel another’s pain When I can see  Their soul's anguish And know it is my own