In My Own Mind
They call me a psychopath
I don’t care about anyone
other than myself
I have no empathy for you
I do what is best for me
I am narcissistic
look in the mirror often
take what I want
offered or not
I’m driven to harm others
I regard love with contempt
I am an emotional predator
have disdain for normal feelings
I am certain that I am superior
I want to destroy and harm you
inside and out, body and soul
I’m angry if you don’t approve
I love my feeling of power
as I manipulate and use you
I provide a needed service
by getting rid of those
that are too weak
to belong in my world
without a backward glance
they are of no relevance.
Call me a weirdo, a creep, I don’t give a shit.
I am drawn to the outcasts, the 'special' ones, and the weirdos. I cherish relationships that take intricate effort to cultivate. Easy friends are easy to make. And maybe easy to lose. I am more interested in those that society overlooks or chooses to avoid. I invest my energy to listen to and learn about their stories and most importantly how I can help them. What do they gain? Well, my friendship. For what it's worth. Others might think I'm weird for being friends with weird people. But I have the will to defend them. Because the stories untold are sometimes the better ones. Richer ones. And that inspires me to write. I am a collector of stories. I sometimes speak for them in my poetry in words they could never form. And by doing all this I help them come out of their shell. Or they dont even need to come out to prove anything to anyone. I only want them to feel comfortable in their own skin and not feel that everyone is against them.