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