Meet the Sociopath
Meet the void called she
A walking lie for 30 years
No one knows who she is
But she walks gracefully dressed in false pretense
She can easily turn everything she touched to dust
She struts and leaves the dance floor in ruins
Her eyes, knows no truth
Her words, a melancholy of lies
Her childhood was a fantasy of fitting in and acceptance
She does what everybody's doing
She says what everyone wants to hear
She pleases everyone but herself
Now she walks empty
She finally saw her life's work
the nothingness but pain, more lies and faux
Who she created was a sociopath
She drinks her already wasted life away
Alcohol, cigarettes were the truthful friends
She laughs hard around people
She cries harder inside.
Sobriety was real and its not her forte
Desperation was her perfume and she smelled great in it
She wears bad choices like in the red carpet
Then she carries her purse around filled with nothing but regrets
Then she looked around and saw the prison she was still in
She thought her lies made her escape
The lies built nothing but more barricades
Will she ever get out?
But she has revealed the monster in her
She now sees the light
There is a chance for redemption
An opportunity for change
She will continue to stay in the prison but not live in it
Every new day dedicates to breaking out
Breaking out of the lies and setting herself free.
So she start by saying...
The sociopath called She is Me.
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