Some people, as children, grow up with a twisted story. I, on the other hand, just grew up with a twisted mind. For instance, I have scenarios playing in my head constantly. Not the kinda "fantasy" scenario you fight to keep playing over and over again. In fact I'm quite afraid of what's about to be said. I grew up with a pretty abusive father. He was constantly warping my brothers thoughts as to how a man should perceive himself, and how they should treat women... My dad tried to get to me simply because he had favourites in the family, and I guess I was the lucky one. I never thought it would boil down to the things that I think and the places my mind goes. I walk around on a side walk and all I hear is other people's problems being thrown at me from every direction. I don't feel their pain because I don't feel emotion. I don't feel emotion and I don't know why. I just know that I enjoy causing pain. Not to people I love. Just the thought of someone else hurting but me is good.

May I tell you that I'm not insane? I'm rather what you might call differently simulated. But when I say that... I sound like a robot or some technology created being... Hm...seems I can't tell you that I'm not insane. Highest Ranking: #215 in poetry

This is a poetry book made from people who request to put their own poems in here to any poem I find online. It is made for people to share and express their thoughts and emotions. *NONE OF THESE POEMS BELONG TO ME* (REQUESTS ARE CLOSE)