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Never trust a sociopath You are but a mere pawn The game of chess their playing Before you were even born Consistently controlling Expertly they design While you begin to question They assure you it's all fine Exploring your securities Challenging your beliefs Showering you with compliments The love they show is deep Very few close friendships As noone understands Only you can see within Ignoring the red flags At first they look in awe at you Jealous of your heart But trust them at your peril As they'll tear your soul apart Never trust a sociopath They play a different game As you lean for contentment They jump on a faster train They search for risky consequence Find excitement in your fears They pick away until you bleed And shame away your tears They'll push you to your limits Then walk away with glee As you question what was said You'll be begging on your knees Friends will see right through them They'll hate them from the start They plant small seeds of questioning Guiding them apart The easy way to make you theirs Is fill your hopes with doubt They isolate, they devastate You'll learn to never shout As you begin to change yourself You start to question you They'll laugh and say it's in your head You oversensitive fool Family is worried Friends try to explain You try to reassure them You try to hide your pain Never trust a sociopath Unless you learn their games They only have one weakness And that's their lack of shame When you understand a sociopath You'll find the strength within As you have love, and joy, and trust That's how they dragged you in The very things they made you doubt The things that make you true But as you see life's not a game They lose their grip on you To understand a sociopath Are broken at the core While they sit planning their next move Youve already closed the door
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May 7
May 7, 2026 at 7:03 PM UTC
Never trust a sociopath
Never trust a sociopath You are but a mere pawn The game of chess their playing Before you were even born Consistently controlling Expertly they design While you begin to question They assure you it's all fine Exploring your securities Challenging your beliefs Showering you with compliments The love they show is deep Very few close friendships As noone understands Only you can see within Ignoring the red flags At first they look in awe at you Jealous of your heart But trust them at your peril As they'll tear your soul apart Never trust a sociopath They play a different game As you lean for contentment They jump on a faster train They search for risky consequence Find excitement in your fears They pick away until you bleed And shame away your tears They'll push you to your limits Then walk away with glee As you question what was said You'll be begging on your knees Friends will see right through them They'll hate them from the start They plant small seeds of questioning Guiding them apart The easy way to make you theirs Is fill your hopes with doubt They isolate, they devastate You'll learn to never shout As you begin to change yourself You start to question you They'll laugh and say it's in your head You oversensitive fool Family is worried Friends try to explain You try to reassure them You try to hide your pain Never trust a sociopath Unless you learn their games They only have one weakness And that's their lack of shame When you understand a sociopath You'll find the strength within As you have love, and joy, and trust That's how they dragged you in The very things they made you doubt The things that make you true But as you see life's not a game They lose their grip on you To understand a sociopath Are broken at the core While they sit planning their next move Youve already closed the door
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“Another night in London; I’m alone again. He’s out there somewhere thinking of me Or maybe someone else. Come stand next to me, Pour yourself some virtual tea. I’m sitting in the garden waiting, Waiting for you to convict yourself Sitting here, loving him and hating you, You who thought only of yourself. I loathe you, but I must please you, Must outwit you to save him How does it feel, now you’ve enslaved him? “I take you both back to our sitting room to sort It out. Say it’s a domestic but we know that’s rot. We sit across from each other, he’s silent; I am not. I analyse your past, the lives you took And you stare at me with a killer’s face, Your hooded eyes and rubber mouth, With its fake smile relishing death. “You know I know the real you, But he must too. Can he forgive you? He must do it or One of us will once again Be shot through by you! Which of us will it be? “But this is just a calculated pause, In a long con; do you realize How close you came to ending up in a box? You aren’t the only killer in town. You have angered others beside me; If my brother could howl, he would have; He just sneers and has you followed and Every move you make is being trapped. Your dowdy clothes fool don’t me now, Since I remember your assassin’s gear, So clearly, just before you shot me. And I know you weren’t just being nice, No pistol could be that precise. But now the question comes: I give you the choice I never had: Do you want to live or die? Your husband won’t want you dead but I…” She stares him, black defiant eyes, He marks the seconds with fibrillating heart He has never known her, from the start, Do killers possess some hidden cloak Like his lover’s naked mask? Her theory of self-portrait disguises Leads him to a sudden change of plan “Why didn’t you come to me for help?” He had forgot how well he lies. And he sees that she knows it in her eyes. There is only one solution for both.
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Jan 18, 2025
Jan 18, 2025 at 1:57 PM UTC
Another Night in London
“Another night in London; I’m alone again. He’s out there somewhere thinking of me Or maybe someone else. Come stand next to me, Pour yourself some virtual tea. I’m sitting in the garden waiting, Waiting for you to convict yourself Sitting here, loving him and hating you, You who thought only of yourself. I loathe you, but I must please you, Must outwit you to save him How does it feel, now you’ve enslaved him? “I take you both back to our sitting room to sort It out. Say it’s a domestic but we know that’s rot. We sit across from each other, he’s silent; I am not. I analyse your past, the lives you took And you stare at me with a killer’s face, Your hooded eyes and rubber mouth, With its fake smile relishing death. “You know I know the real you, But he must too. Can he forgive you? He must do it or One of us will once again Be shot through by you! Which of us will it be? “But this is just a calculated pause, In a long con; do you realize How close you came to ending up in a box? You aren’t the only killer in town. You have angered others beside me; If my brother could howl, he would have; He just sneers and has you followed and Every move you make is being trapped. Your dowdy clothes fool don’t me now, Since I remember your assassin’s gear, So clearly, just before you shot me. And I know you weren’t just being nice, No pistol could be that precise. But now the question comes: I give you the choice I never had: Do you want to live or die? Your husband won’t want you dead but I…” She stares him, black defiant eyes, He marks the seconds with fibrillating heart He has never known her, from the start, Do killers possess some hidden cloak Like his lover’s naked mask? Her theory of self-portrait disguises Leads him to a sudden change of plan “Why didn’t you come to me for help?” He had forgot how well he lies. And he sees that she knows it in her eyes. There is only one solution for both.
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__[Sociopath]__ a Skit _/ˈsoʊ.si.əˌpæθ /_ A person with an antisocial personality disorder. In his mind there’s a doctor operating- and I hope it doesn’t prove a sum of complicating; to be someone overly too patient He prefers to write with the lights off; coming up with some dark thoughts, he couldn’t really afford to keep up with his bright ideas- missed a couple payments His words are made of heavy breath, so hard to speak with his hard smoke- _smoking on ****** He feels like a loner and a private freak, his personality quite unique, for a meek with so many words, to plant sparks of arousal The one to spit in a *** of dirt, and grow out a beautiful flower But he wears a mask of many faces, out masquerading for real talking to himself; listening to the sound of his bones a bone to pick, to see how fragile they feel His heart ready to snap; with a bite of eroding teeth fake confidence, a beautiful derelict, with the taste of immortality; the immorality to converse his words- but he lacks the necessary speech…
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Jul 20, 2024
Jul 20, 2024 at 6:23 AM UTC
Sociopath
Run Run Run Run But I'm a creep I'm a ****** What the hell am i doing here? I don't belong here "There's something wrong with the waters Mr Goethe It feels like yesterday was spring Now it's time, it's mere time Till the frogs hop around Gosh god does play dice with the world Or else how have you found Ms Goethe and that jolly girl of yours Oh ****** me, how is she?" "She's fine, she's dust" "It's almost like I didn't get to meet her when she was around For the employee party Tell me what is she wearing so heavy that she can't move once" "Oh no barely dirt, i shot her dead and my child" "Oh look the frogs are here near this meadow" Run Run Run Run
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Apr 4, 2023
Apr 4, 2023 at 11:55 PM UTC
You float like a feather
Your evil made me hungry and I'm coming back for more I don't even give a **** That you don't like the poor You can go ahead and **** someone If it will start this war I've been starving for so long I just can't take it anymore Your evil made me hungry And I'm coming back for more _________ Even if I don't catch a break At least I'll know what it was for I don't care to have a Cadillac As long as you don't get to have yours I'll turn my back on everyone If they won't quit what's made me sore Because your evil made me hungry And I'm coming back for more _________ I'll do whatever you tell me to I'll be your favorite ***** I'll show you all my anger And be a bigoted bore Just as long as you don't forget me And relish in my gore Because your evil made me hungry And I'm coming back for more _________ I don't need no learning of facts From someone who knows more There is no one who can take From me what I've been looking for Even if you prove me wrong I'll believe it even more Because your evil made me hungry And I'm coming back for more _________ Now the boys in blue have turned And thrown me to the floor And you won't even look at me You don't need me anymore But that's ok because I broke it all Those ******** who we tore From their exalted places From their more noble lore It was your evil made me hungry And I will always come back for more
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Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 3:24 PM UTC
Your Evil Made Me Hungry
Set the boundaries Ease the pain Life will go Much better they say Easier said than Put into place Cause when I did His hands rose to My face. -L.Frost “They” have never lived with a narcissist.
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Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 7:07 PM UTC
Boundaries
Don't sing don't shout don't try to get out. It's nice and warm in here, and smells like a slave, and the grave will come soon, so try to be brave. And when you're gone and rotting, and sunk in the ground, I'll find a new little bird that won't make a sound. Don't walk, don't run don't swim towards the sun. Embrace the darkness, you'll have lots of fun. I have my gun, it's loaded and cocked. Make a wrong move, and you're bound to get rocked. Don't be sick, don't get well. Don't smell heaven, or skip towards hell. Don't feel don't think don't talk don't drink don't  smoke don't move don't live don't die don't try, you'll fail don't breathe don't cough, don't sneeze don't wake up early, or arrive too late--don't love, don't hate. Don't express emotions that seem insane. I made my safe little world, and I like it this time, and you're frayed on the edges, and too prone to fly. So come closer my little bird and get in the cage. I'll clip your wings with my apathy and rage. Don't look at the moon, or touch the stars. Don't play in the fields or go near the bars it's not safe there, so just be afraid. I like to play tricks you'll be my knave, my jack of hearts my ace of spades; and we'll pillage and plunder, and live off the land, and you'll lie here quietly in my rotten ******* hand. Don't quit, don't try, just sit here and die and lie naked in my mansion of filth, my consuming wealth my towering health, cuz I'm full of stealth and stature and beauty and grace, and I'll smear it all over your ******* little face.
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Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 7:46 PM UTC
Egg Shells (Good-Bye)
Don't sing don't shout don't try to get out. It's nice and warm in here, and smells like a slave, and the grave will come soon, so try to be brave. And when you're gone and rotting, and sunk in the ground, I'll find a new little bird that won't make a sound. Don't walk, don't run don't swim towards the sun. Embrace the darkness, you'll have lots of fun. I have my gun, it's loaded and cocked. Make a wrong move, and you're bound to get rocked. Don't be sick, don't get well. Don't smell heaven, or skip towards hell. Don't feel don't think don't talk don't drink don't  smoke don't move don't live don't die don't try, you'll fail don't breathe don't cough, don't sneeze don't wake up early, or arrive too late--don't love, don't hate. Don't express emotions that seem insane. I made my safe little world, and I like it this time, and you're frayed on the edges, and too prone to fly. So come closer my little bird and get in the cage. I'll clip your wings with my apathy and rage. Don't look at the moon, or touch the stars. Don't play in the fields or go near the bars it's not safe there, so just be afraid. I like to play tricks you'll be my knave, my jack of hearts my ace of spades; and we'll pillage and plunder, and live off the land, and you'll lie here quietly in my rotten ******* hand. Don't quit, don't try, just sit here and die and lie naked in my mansion of filth, my consuming wealth my towering health, cuz I'm full of stealth and stature and beauty and grace, and I'll smear it all over your ******* little face.
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My wildest fantasy is to cut my tongue out Just to feel the pleasure that pain gives And watch as my blood pour out of my mouth As it runs down my neck and slips onto my tank-top to paint a perfect portrait On regular days I wished To lose a leg or two Maybe break a few bones, throw in some toes Just to see how I would look Other days I wanted to go MIA Leaving only bloodstains on my silk sheets With an ax and suicide note, of course, to throw the Cops off Just to write about it in my dairy On sad days I wished I was robbed Or attacked by a good looking stranger Hit by a car, cow or something Just to be notice It's usually fun to have conversations with dead bodies They listen well It's even more fun turning them into antique furniture Especially the teeth it gives zing to the ring People say I’m crazy Do you think I’m crazy? Hehe… No, I’m not I’m a Sociopath there’s a difference!
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Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 6:58 AM UTC
Sorry I Can’t Help It, I’m A Sociopath
Once upon a morning dreary, On a wibbly-wobbly urban prairie, I hit the road barely fearing - As the fool who has no fearing - And there came a car. In a sudden, asked is it the end, I'm not surprised, but how to pretend, While I am always steering - Just as badly as the driver's steering - My emotions behind a striped bar. Since the moment was so sneaky, And the car's break creaked up creepy, At least for the people seeing - Hearing, if people were ever existing - And not just imaginaire. In that second's timeless land, I had no social expression to send, Signing to them that I'm living - Lying to them I'm a human being - So, I just stood bare. And behind that timeless scene, Angry drivers and people were seen, With me standing there - A guilty criminal sharing his despair - A social monster without cover.
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Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 1:51 AM UTC
Accidental me
What can I say I'm trying to send a message A few words to portray Exactly what's going on in my head Things really aren't clear I feel a bit dead I don't know why I'm here I need to get up, and get ahead Outpace them all Like I know I can Scale the "impossible" wall An became a woman I know I'm strong I know I'm intelligent I admit when I'm wrong (can't find a rhyme but you get the hint) I'm a critical thinker I see through the lines But my mind's beginning to splinter I'm not actually fine The world's driving me mad And I'm feeling homicidal Then  stop feeling bad For being suicidal I don't like it here enough To put up with **** Lights out like ***** Don't think I tried well I did Four times in one year Guess I really wanna get out of here I spilled one last tear And knew death was near First time I cut a tad too deep Second time I took a little too much Paracetamol Next I tried to hang myself, failed and felt like a creep Then I thought a lot about jumping off of walls Finally I overdosed I was home alone No one knows It hurt a lot My life flashed before my eyes I knew I was going to die Somehow I woke up alive And now I'm here writing dumb **** And thinking about number five
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Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 6:24 AM UTC
Lights Out
Do we ever stay strong? Or do we fall, To the ground, Full of, Dust. Am I depressed or, Just young man, Full of, Thoughts. That’s where we felt it, We’ll die, Full of, Thoughts... ...Or is it just a Sociopathic life of, Lust?
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Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 7:48 AM UTC
Lust
i spent my life trying to please someone with a twisted disease i broke myself down and tucked my feelings away to become the person they wanted me to be i let myself be watched through the glass of a two sided mirror of a sociopath i wallowed my spirit away and begged for acceptance but there’s nothing in the world that i could do to let the narcissist know that i am human too
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Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 3:43 AM UTC
narcissism
¨so am i ugly?¨ ¨some days most definitely.. others not at all, never in between- except for sometimes.¨ ¨what am i right now?¨ ¨a happy medium!¨ ¨so when do i look my absolute best?¨ ¨when you really really try.¨
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Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 9:19 AM UTC
a broken heart and a broken mind
Who’s soul is left for your to break The 2 you crushed for your own sake Away from you, away from me. peace and space they are free You tore him down piece by piece You ripped to shreds all his needs Meek and small but bold and alive Now she is gone, do you cry ? I bet you do when others see Looking for any ounce of pity Searching out your next attack Who’s left the break in your sack It won’t be me, I’ve learned to soon You dead to me, soulless lagoon When you finally depart this place You existence will dissipate We won’t worry about seeing you again Without a soul you will never begin
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 12:00 PM UTC
No one left
A shallow being that simply consumes, discards and then moves on to the next host! Every good or creative act is designed to mask that simple fact! This creature presents a chosen character and sexuality for reasons pertaining to social image. *** is simply a tool for manipulation or pleasure! There is no love! Just stepping stones!
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Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 11:28 AM UTC
Stepping stones
(Part 1, The Engagement) Draw blood, draw blood for me. Not with a crayon, do it with a knife. Show me that you mean it, you need me in your life. Tell me that you love me and need me always near. Surrender all suggestion, your purpose and your fear. (Part 2, The Controller) Why, that's a lovely dress but why you wear it here? I'm sitting with friends, we're trying to have a beer. You make me ******* mental and I know, you know! Now ring a ******* taxi, get in it and just go! (Part 3, The Victim) Hey baby baby, I missed you so tonight. You know how I hate it when we fight. You don't know why you make me mad and then you'll cry like I've done bad. You need to work out what you want but don't dare tell me that we're through. I haven't done a single thing and all this **** is down to you. Poetry by Kaydee.
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Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 1:49 PM UTC
An Ode to the Narcissistic Sociopath.
Warmth used to fill me With caring and passion I would love seeing others glee Their hearts are my fashion I used to always try to make others happy With jokes and soothing stories I love others happiness madly If they were pained, I’d be mourning But as time grows on I find myself not caring About people and their own pain About their suffering or happiness And now I can’t seem to care That people are suffering Because if it doesn’t affect me, Then it doesn’t matter
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC
Becoming a sociopath
You're a glitch in the system, a fuckin' mistake. But carry on regardless 'cause I know you're fake. I'm sure that you know, you were never all that. A big fuckin' lie and then you did that! So take off your mask and show me your face. 'Cause to me you're already a fuckin' disgrace! You cast a steel shadow yet still hide your face. You shared all my secrets and told them my name. Now, step into your spotlight and reveal your game. Poetry by Kaydee.
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Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC
Your Mask Is All I Ask.