Sociopathy

 
I am incomplete,
So I find others to fill me up,
Stupid fools, they let me too...
Can’t see the gaping hole in the bottom of my cup.
Their empathy singles me out,
Highlights just how hollow I am,
I stand in crowds but always alone,
The empty shell that never became a man.
I am incomplete,
So you’ll never know why I hurt you so much,
I am sick and it does the job for me...
Seeing you all messed up.
Surely if I have this power over you,
It must make me important enough,
So it’s your fault for letting me make you cry,
You should just toughen up.
I am incomplete...
So I’ll just use you to fill me up...
I feel so low, miserable and cheap,
But you’re a great cover up...
Do what I say, I am your leader,
I chose you-
Count your luck!
You MUST believe that having me is a prize,
And you must stay away from your pesky friends & family...
They only wanna come between you and I,
And you mustn’t question my lies!
I’ll think for you, there’s no need to have your own mind,
I’ll get you to believe that later,
Further down the line...
The more and more I gaslight.
I am incomplete, because no one really ever loved me,
So now the world must pay,
And I have the advantage, not having empathy or remorse to get in the way....
There’s nothing you can do that can hurt me or make me cry...
I’m all wrong, but you people were programmed right,
...so you’ll go insane with questioning how and why.
Asking yourself how can one be so sick,
It’s my Sociopathy and I’m disordered...
Try to love me and you’ll feel it.