They want to talk of disorder
Let me tell you mine.
A complete lack of empathy
For the well being of others.
What was it called?
Sociopathy?
Psychopathy?
Antisocial tendencies?
They think I’m safe,
More like a gun
With a faulty safety.
Ready to go off
With the slip of a finger
And hurt someone
Unfortunately,
Even if accidental,
My nature remains the same.
Taking a life
As easy as
Forgetting
It ever happened.
There are a lot of things
I let die
Some I have to kill
Sometimes things,
Sometimes people.
Once they’re dead to me
That’s all they’ll ever be.
Better not to take it personally.
Caring isn’t part of my personality.