– wrong –

Am I a sociopath?

Or just traumatized?

Do I really care either way? 

I like what I like

I want what I want

I know what I know

Would knowing the origin 

Of what, who, why I am 

Change anything

Or would it only make me feel 

Wrong

For being what, who, why I am?

I do not need to be fixed

I am not broken

I am the pieces of myself

They all left behind

Reassembled with sheer will

With no one’s help
But my own

And I will not now be made

To feel wrong

For saving my own soul.