By Juwan David

Sometimes I get lost within myself.
Behind this brown skin
Is the child that was born, bright
And the boy that fell in love
With his space,
Warm atmosphere
And darkness…
Remolded from the hot storms of his environment!

I found love but live without it!

I hear voices.
Voices that tells me when to stop!
When to smile,
When to keep mute,
When to talk; what to say,
When to pack my belonging and leave
gatherings of friends.
Voices that warns me lest I fall into trouble.

Some people say I’m a psychopath
Some say I’ve a dissociative personality disorder
Others say I’m narcissistic
But I’m just a Sociopath.
A victim of my environment.

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