“You’re a psychopath”

First time I’ve heard that
But I never thought I’d
Hear it from you

Wish you didn’t hate me
Wish I could have said
‘Happy Birthday’ instead
Of being struck silent

By cynicism

“You’re a psychopath”
I will remember
The way we locked eyes
And the tone of your voice

Makes me hurt to think
That someone so stoic
Lash that at me

Nevermind the times
I was invited along
To go on long drives
And have days in the city

Because apparently
That was all worth
Just doing away with
Replaced by what?

I’ve earned the title
Of the damaged
Who are abnormal and

Who are anti-social
And who hurt willfully

Is so relative

So you might see why
It pains me so much
To hear it from someone
I care about so much

That is, if you even
Believe me

Because I am a psychopath

And I wonder
Who in the world
Would have ever
Told you that

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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