Wrecked

I'm toxic and I know it, the doctors told me on the night of my 16th birthday, when I tried to strangle my 24-year-old stepbrother. They said I couldn't feel emotions and it was a sad genetic defect. I needed therapy and medication to make me 'normal' again.
But what do the doctors know? How can they tell that I'm psycho by one action? The best of us buckle, and we crack under pressure, I had just been holding on for way too long. So when I cracked it caused a massive explosion.
I wasn't made this way, I wasn't supposed to be a fucked up girl. I wasn't supposed to be a hollow shell. But I am and I love it. The Doctors thought meds could fix the psycho teenager, but I was broken long before they found me.
So many thought they could fix me, my mum, my dad, my friends, the doctors at the fucking mental ward, but I'm broken beyond repair. I was, until I met Logan.
I'm a sociopath, so what? Call me a bitch; call me a whore I won't care. Why? Because, I feel nothing. I will seduce you, charm you and break you all with an innocent smile.
Oh shit, Phoenix Wilson, that's my name, I'm supposed to rise from the ashes, but I'm wrecked.