Inner Demons

I hate feeling this emptiness, though not as much as when I have this living being by my side, It may not fill all that emptiness, but at least it makes it less visible. Perhaps I can't express my emotions as the 'current society' expects, Although I know they will never come out, trapped by being just another 'psychopath', Marked by a trauma that Society will never understand, Of which I couldn’t care less about their opinion. I feel that losing this living being of mine Makes me feel impulses that I try to hold back for the damage They might cause.