YOU PLAGIARIZED THAT POEM. THIS IS THE ORIGINAL!!!!
To love a sociopath
Is an easy mistake to make
They have so much charm
But they cause so much harm
They know everything that makes you tick
They are full of lies and evil tricks
They know exactly what you fantasize
Because they constantly psychoanalys
They will be everything you ever dreamed
But it’s nothing more than their scheme
They come across as confident people
But of course they have no fear
They seem so charming and sincere
But the ability to love isn’t all that they lack
They will feel nothing at all as they slide their knife in your back
But oh my god they are fantastic in bed
It’s beyond intense as you give them head
It will only be you, they’ll have you believing
They have the devil within, their perfect looks are decieving
They have no shame
They are never to blame
They have no remorse
And yet of course
They have no real friends
Friends are only the means to their ends
They keep no connection to their past
The epitomistic iconoclast
They have an inflated ego
But that you’ll never know
They hide their inner narcissist
Yet another act so pertinent
Making them that much more sadistic
In true form cold and distant
Real human emotions are nonexistent
They should win oscars for their acting
All you value, they have been extracting
With sociopathy you often see
A Jekyll and Hyde personality
To them everything is a game
With a steady hand they take perfect aim
You are their prey
Nothing more than a pathway
To get precisely what they want
While completely nonchalant
They will use you
And emotionally abuse you
And when they are bored
You will be ignored
Devalued and discarded
You will be left desheveled and broken hearted
To love a sociopath
Is the easiest mistake to make
And you won’t know what they are
Until it’s far too late
Because chaos creates the aberration
Charming master of manipulation
Who only plays your heart for recreation
Pure mephistophelian
An almost human chameleon
Your eyes will lock as he speaks the words,
I love you
And to you, I am forever true
Without the slightest change in expression
His shorts still damp, from earlier transgressions
It’s all a game
You’re the game he’ll play
You’ll never win
You have no chance
Within his dance
Spinning webs of decipt
He will always earn defeat
And you’ll be left devistated
He will have you laying lifeless at his feet
Long before you even heard the music’s first and final beat