Broken

This is an experimental poem by me on the mindset of psychopaths especially when they notice that they are turning into one

BROKEN

Tell me please tell me

Why is there another me

That looks across that transparent glass

And he grins at me

I am too frightened

Sometimes I forget to breathe

And no-one understands

And neither of them notices

That the other me is taking over

Slowly absorbing my ideas

That gaps good and evil

Why my mind is breaking up

Why my malice is shaking up

Because the other me

The evil one is waking up

I don’t want to do this

But he makes me drew the knife

And makes me walking to the place

Where the girl I love reside

And before I can get a grip on me

I wake up to see blood on my hands

And then crucified I understand

The gap between him and me has broken up

I have broken up

Reviews

[April Blue]

I found this to be inspiring.. I like the vision behind this and the way the direction the poem is going.. Sometimes I feel that there are also two of us, a bad one and a good one, i know i certainly struggle with them both in my own personal life.. Very well written..

[Shubham Sharma]

Thank you and may your good self emerges winner over the other one always.

[¿]

The confusing situation of a psychopath!
This takes and draws the most attention of someone who exactly wants to overcome....I really hope this only be a character and never you go through such!
Strong write. ...!!

[Shubham Sharma]

It sometimes happens. Whenever I try to write a poem, story or anything I write such dark content that my friends think that I may have a tinge of psychopath's subconsciousness but nah. Once a friend of mine told to write a love story and I wrote such a gruesome story that she started to hate "love stories".

[¿]

Bas pyaar ka naam na lena..I hate love stories! Well that's humorous...but the you'll publish she'll love it by her own...I bet😊