Skip The Sociopath

Dark poetry ~ from the viewpoint of one I lived with.

Wait outside, Maybe you can enter in a minute, When I find some help I need you for.

Don’t laugh or do that cry, I don’t want anything that has you in it, What makes you isn’t right Now shut the door.

Don’t play up. I don’t care if you eat your scraps of food, You’re lucky I bought anything for you.

It’s all your fault, You never should have been born in the first place, Don’t give me all that grief at your age, You’re not what I want.

Play alone and be quiet, Stop talking ’cause you know I won’t attend you, If only you were living at the first school I could live my life.

And don’t you get ideas above your station, You’ll never have real talent Not like me.

I told you long ago you’d be a loser, When you’re older I’ll be right you see.

And yes I thought you’d disappear as soon as … So ungrateful for a nice room in our home, Don’t think we’ll help you out or come and visit, It’s just too bad you’ll always be alone.

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© America Zed. Other writing by America Zed.