Bitter

A contemptuous and spiteful nature has taken hold of me      
It envelops my mind in a wasteland of malignant cynicism      
Emotion and compassion a twisted and defiled mutation      
Leaving a taste in my mouth that is unpleasant, at best      
     
My smile often becomes a false interpretation of pleasure      
Finding little humor in every day pursuit      
Grey walls closing in around me with chains of dissatisfaction      
I grow weary of the facade I've held on to for so long      
     
It's slipping through my fingers faster than tears      
Tears of those I choose to hurt with dull fascination      
Bitterly resenting anyone who has the audacity to assume      
That empathy still resides within my barren conscience      
     
Sociopath      
     
I don't care for the subtleties of a weak breed      
Nurturing thoughts of tenderness and so-called understanding      
Oblivious to the disease of apathetic mall-content      
Relying on the heart to guide them in their vain struggles      
     
Facts and calculations are my rationalization      
Too many conflicting emotions equate a messy execution      
I choose to disregard them entirely as what they are      
Pathetic validation and excuse for one's own short-comings      
     
I no longer seek the companionship of my peers      
I never really got that far anyway, the concept eluding me      
Friendship a complicated maze when it shouldn't be      
My preferred neutrality an accusation of disloyalty      
     
I've learned over the past years of self-inflicted solitude      
That people are disposable, easily forgotten      
A transient irritation that is best left unscratched      
As inconsequential as a piece of garbage fluttering down the street      
     
If that makes me the same, it matters little to me      
Purpose seems to have left me to decay and wither      
My surroundings color-bleached and uninspiring      
Spreading malice to all those who happen to come by