I wish I were a psychopath;

They say one in one hundred are.

They can just flee from the aftermath;

All that remains on them is a scar.

I would be able to feel nothing;

My pain and hurt just disappear;

Every feeling and thought is numbing;

Who I am now is becoming unclear.

In the face of danger I will run;

No, not because I am afraid;

But because when the Novocaine fades;

I will know that I have won.