#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
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 7:03 PM UTC
“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.
Jan 18, 2025
Jan 18, 2025 at 1:57 PM UTC
__[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…
Jul 20, 2024
Jul 20, 2024 at 6:23 AM UTC
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
Apr 4, 2023
Apr 4, 2023 at 11:55 PM UTC
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
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 3:24 PM UTC
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.
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 7:07 PM UTC
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.
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 7:46 PM UTC
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!
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 6:58 AM UTC
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.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 1:51 AM UTC
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
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 6:24 AM UTC
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?
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 7:48 AM UTC
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
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 3:43 AM UTC
¨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.¨
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 9:19 AM UTC
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
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 12:00 PM UTC
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!
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 11:28 AM UTC
(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.
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 1:49 PM UTC
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
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC
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.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC