YOU, IN THE PORTRAIT OF A SOCIOPATH (Part 1)

You subscribe to the notion that what everyone deems inappropriate or immoral shouldn’t necessarily apply to you. You let it apply to you if it suits and won’t inconvenient you. Other times, very often, you succumb to your whims. The lows then start to creep in. You prefer the word lows because you can’t deal with guilt. Guilt is a baggage and you are too lazy to carry it. Sometimes you drag it along for a while and then get bored of the norm. You leave guilt on the way side. Left to the past and buried deep down as part of the many past things you wish to forget. You eventually forget and remember years later in a flash but dispute the facts and convince yourself that it never happened and that your imagination has again wiped the line between fantasy and reality. You chuckle to yourself and move on. It never happened. You are free to proceed as normal and find another event to scandalise yourself with. You are able to continue. You are detached from you the individual. You are merely a passenger in your own body. You try to stir it away from danger, but it is impossible. Your hands are tied and only outside help can prevent the disaster approaching. Unfortunately, they can’t help. They can’t see you. You are a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Fooling people is what you are good at. Your parents can see the love in your eyes, but inside, behind those eyes, you see yourself pissing on their tombstones.