PiteousPoetry

The Psycopath

Craziness, lunacy,

don't look at me,

I will keep running

and panting and screaming.

Why did you choose

this hell-hallowed life?

You don't see the strife

That you put people through.

I had a life, all worries ironed out,

But then I saw you with the knife

That filled my head with doubt.

I will never beg to you

To change your evil ways

So long as you can realise

The fear you see in people's eyes

Is of you.

The End

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