Sunday, September 28, 2014

A Pawn No More




no longer do I wear
childhood naivety 
cloaked 
over me
allowing your kind to 
take advantage 
of me 

once upon a time 
your 
smile and 
your 
smooth words 
caused 
loss of rational thought
with the drop of a dime 

you were no good for me
victim 
fallen pray
to your 
manipulation 
and your 
lack of empathy

to me you were confusing 
hopeful
when I glimpsed rare behavior 
thinking 
this was the real you
mistaking 
it for potential
unknowing 

here is the REALITY
those glimmers of hope
you KNEW this was how
you 
could woo 
as I was unaffected 
by your tantrums
you took advantage of 
my empathy

unfortunately 
for a psychopath's victim
like me
you let us fully
see who you are
when we no longer 
feed your appetite for 
control and supremacy 

when it's too late 

to you life is your game
that you win by pulling the strings
of those who are your 
puppets
acting irrationally 
so you achieve 
self gain 

I often wonder 
do psychopaths know who they are
are they consciously aware 
of their
defective 
personality blunder

and if so - do they even care



the psychopath 
from my life 
gets an emotional high
getting ahead by 
using those who care
with  
charm, intelligence, and lies
cheating 
and 
stealing 
... a way of life

to the manipulative torment
there is no limit
no one is immune 
whether bound by blood or
brotherhood 
only to thy self is
a psychopath true

it amazes me
*keep in mind hind sight 20/20*
how easily you could 
take advantage
use and abuse me
and yet 
somehow 
I would be 
the one feeling 
guilty

there must be an art
to having this 
disordered personality 
to be able to confidently lie
when BOTH you and I 
know the truth part

if this poem were about you
I would be shocked if you even knew 
I'm sure you would say 
I'm projecting myself 
ownership and blame 
two definitions 
you never differentiated 
and when I tried your wrath
unglued 

psychopaths
they don't care about you 
they don't know how to 
nor are they capable to
there is only so much you can do
to help people 
but for them there is no help
beautiful, intelligent, heartless, 
and cunning 

a walking shell without a soul