Traits of a Psychopath

she made me sandwiches and cooked my t 
she washed my clothes and kept me clean 
but she never showed me any empathy 
and that's how love comes across mean 

my emotional needs were left to starve 
she cooked and she cleaned and she did so with heart 
she made sure that belt slapped my skin really hard 
choosing the punishment designed to be harsh

success I achieved was quickly destroyed 
diverting to things that I couldn't do well 
If I celebrated she's quickly annoyed 
changing the subject from a win to a fail 

I gave up on trying to win her approval 
she turned positives into negative lessons 
teaching me my achievements were not useful 
the things I can't do make better impressions 

she doesn't respect me or ask my opinion 
information that she gets from elsewhere 
she makes it impossible to have a connection 
I'm just a possession so why would she care 

she's always the victim pointing out blame 
gaslighting her children for attention again
before they both died her parents caused pain 
traits of a psychopath not someone insane
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