Even Though You're a Sociopath

I don’t take most insults personally

They hold no weight

Slip down my back

Like rain drops

Leaving me only momentarily damp

And then I forget

Until I see that person again

Then I open my umbrella

And brace myself for a possible storm

But how do you protect yourself against a hurricane?

For my mother’s words cut through me

Like seventy five mile per hour winds

No mercy, all natural wrath

Wrath disguising love

For all she wants is for me to reform

To look at my shredded ego

And say “Enough is enough”

But like a country devastated by destruction

Support is necessary to recover

And resources seem to be lacking these days

So what do I do?

I scream back at the storm

A pointless endeavor

That at most

Increases the storm’s intensity

And the cycle continues:

Rage backed with words

“Because I love you”

She whispers

“Even if you lack the conscience necessary to love me back”

Rain that once pelted my skin turns to flames

My soul ablaze as she believes

That I hold no love for her inside

Because I love her

I won’t admit

That she’s the loveless one