A Psychopath’s Dream

I’m not clinically diagnosed
I’ve heard the whispers
Antisocial and cold
Lacking the spark of empathy

It’s a clinical script you don’t know
You’d be surprised how easily I offer a hand
How warmly
I can bridge the distance between us

You’d admire the weight of my presence
The way I inspire
The ease of my influence
Is it my fault to be a light in a dim room?

I am creative, articulate, persuasive
A sun people want to orbit
A moon they want to own
Yet, my energy is an "inflated ego?

They see entitlement
I see a clear reflection
I mirror what people want to see
I am just simply authentic

They label my curiosity as manipulation
My focus a desire to control
But I don’t want  center stage
I only want to find where I belong

So, if my actions make you waver
My confidence feels like an intrusion
Draw your lines
Set your god-damn boundaries

Be clear about what you desire
I promise 
I’ll respect the map you give me
I won’t use it to find my way back in





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