Understander

UNDERSTANDER
Seer they call me
Perhaps because I can see through people
I can look through one and know them
I can see through one and understand
I know their trials
I can see through the cover
I have the ability to look beyond words
Listener they call me
Perhaps because I can hear thoughts
I can listen to one and hear them
I can hear the voices in their heads
I can hear the trouble through talk of opposite
I can learn of one through words
I can hear and meet a person through a sentence
Smeller they call me
Perhaps because I can smell emotion
I can smell sadness in their voices
I can smell joy
I can smell disgust
I can spell anger through their breaths
I can smell past breaths and into emotion
Taster they call me
Perhaps because I can taste feelings
The air which surrounds everyone is filled of emotion
I can taste the bitterness of envy
I can taste cinnamon of joy
I can taste the spice of anger
I can get through the air modules and taste the flavors of emotion
Feeler they call me
Perhaps because I can read textures
I can feel one for a moment and know their story
I can see their past
I can feel their present
With a touch of a goosebumps I can see fears
With a tap on their shoulder I can feel kindness
With a touch of their hair I can feel envy marked in it
I can feel words in the flesh and hair of people
Observer they call me
Perhaps because I use my senses to learn
I use them to detect and discover
I use them to unwrap one
I use them to take off the cover and look inside
I use them to find secrets and pains
I use them to find dark in kind souls
And kind in dark ones
Understander I call myself
Perhaps because I want to understand one and lift them perhaps I have these talents to lift so I use them to lift
And I lift others
Up
Up
Up
Til they soar into a happy life knowing
The understander
Understands