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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