This one highkey relates to me since I'm lowkey a psychopath
Psycho
The word echoes through your mind
Your not crazy
You just can't feel
Nothing really hurts or makes you feel bad
You lack empathy
When someone tells you something sad
You fake a sad face
Even when you know you don't care
Their sadness isn't your problem
But you still love
Psychopaths can't love can they?
Maybe they can
You do
But your love feels different than others
Your rapid mood swing due to the fact you've been faking most of them for so long has driven you
Mad
Your crazy
You fake being charming
People laugh at your jokes
The jokes you say to cover up you feeling of emptiness
Because you can't feel
People ask if your okay when your sad
You lie
Lying has come naturally to you
Because you only lie when you want something
And its helped you find yourself
Maybe your not a psycho
Maybe your just different
But you don't want to be different
You want to be sane

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PoetryHello, Chris here welcome to my collection of poems. I love them... Mostly but thank you for reading hope your having a good day. Drink some water stay safe gb. 🐖