Below is the poem entitled Misunderstood which was written by poet
theKidster. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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I'm not prone to violence,
but I have no conscience.
I'm aware of happiness, saddness and every emotion,
I just lack the ability to feel any of them.
Every smile and tear I display I always fake.
I study the behaviour of others and assimilate,
but not so much as a conscious deception.
I'm just desperatly attempting to fit in.
My world is one of me surrounded by alians
whose lives are apparently dictated by their emotions.
I cannot make a connection with any of them
and so I live most of my life in isolation.
I have lost my share of so called loved ones
but I never for a moment grieved for any of them.
One cannot grieve when one does not know emotion.
I have an accurate awareness of what is right and wrong
Like so many I strive to be good. I want to belong,
but I'll never know what it feels like to cry or laugh.
I have been diagnosed a psychopath.