Psychopath

At age three she was the baby who couldn't feel afraid A life track was set out, just the way she was made They tested her at eighteen, with images of blood and gore No galvanic skin response, a smile and nothing more She lied from early on, another way to control If you had contact with her, it was bound to take a toll There are doors we wouldn't open, taboos and virtue codes But like a moth to a light, she went down those wicked roads She gloated at misfortune, but had superficial charm It lowered your defenses when you should feel strong alarm She was rarely caught or punished, usually won the game Gaslighted victims in courts of law, never took the blame. She came toward me one day, emotionless as a rock Saw me with my child, the change gave me a shock A look of gleeful sadism, on what had been a normal face Then she recomposed, the revelation left no trace. There are people who seek aliens in the depths of outer space But they should look here on earth, within the human race No pity is found within our alien's mirthless laugh Inside them bad emotions thrive, beware the psychopath. You read about these types sometimes, when the truth comes through You get angry, feel disgust, maybe despair too. There's no redemption possible, but do they deserve your wrath? A mis-wired brain is all you need to explain the psychopath.