Sociopath

I sometimes hide inside myself
A place where no one sees
An empty wrong looking for right
Among a barren disease

I prick my soul to feel alive
It brings no pain nor tears
An indifferent stain, out of touch
It's been this way for years

No echos feed my screams for help
For emotion is just a lie
I see the world in black and black
My eyes, too dead to cry

The smile I wear is my disguise
Although it's never real
It lets me hide the emptiness
And the darkness I conceal

I sometimes hide inside myself
Thank God that you're not there
For you feel pain, joy and love
But I simply can not care

Reviews

[Thistle]

Again, beautiful writing. Dark, but really touching.