If all you told were lies,

I heard only truth.

If manipulative were your motives,

I was putty in your hands.

If you used me for excitement,

I was thrilled for you.

If your emotions were all feigned,

I was your audience, suspended by the fiction.

If love you never felt,

I loved it for you,

And if conscience, you had none,

I was moral for us both.

 

Do you hide behind a mask,

Concealing your dark secret,

That your soul is truly black,

And your rage beneath the surface?

Do you wish we were all dead?

Have you narcissistic fury?

Do you con and cheat us all

For our pity and our worry?

 

If I've found you out, I'm sorry,

But I promise not to tell.

My darling psychopath, you're crazy,

But I'm a lunatic as well!

 

-W.H. Drath