Here it goes again, Here it comes again, The articles about Psychopaths And the accusatory tone Twisting behaviors Twisting actions To sound toxic To sound dangerous To stamp a big red label on my skin, Screaming "AVOID THIS ONE AT ALL COSTS"
While I sit and weep.
But these articles Blog posts People fleeing from me Left and right Are lies, right?
Tell me, please, Tell me, Someone?
My anxiety and need to be reassured Roots from my PTSD, And my neediness and wants for attention Is normal for my upbringing, Right?
And writing poem after poem About how much I care for you, And making playlists With songs in it That make me think of you, Is just a sign that I care, Right?
I don't want to be A psychopath. I don't want to be A toxic person, I don't understand How telling someone you love them, Is bad?
But these articles say that showering someone In constant attention and praise Means you're a psychopath.
And these blog posts Are telling me that poems and gifts and music, All means you're selfish and unfeeling.
But I don't want to be, I care so much, I love you so much.