Professional Mourner

Who am I to weep for somebody I don’t know. I was hired to dress in black from head to toe. I was told your name. I was told why you died. I’m not sad for you, this isn’t my first time. I’m expected to sit here and cry for you. You,  who I do not know. If only I knew how great of a person you were. I wish to know your hobbies, your job, your relationships. And maybe then I’d feel sorrow for you. I kneel down in shame knowing I'm a faker.  People pass by me and empathize with me, or that’s what they think. I am nobody to you and I’m sorry to be faking my sadness for you.