It sits in silence, in the darkest pit of your mind. Waiting for a chance to eradicate the soul and everything that is good. In the conscience, waiting to take away all hope and sanity left in the human mind. Aching to control every civil action that we do as human beings.
It sits in torment, deprived from ever having a chance to be let go. So it waits, untamed from lack of facing phobias and personal conflict. It aimlessly wanders around the soul, planning its escape; like an infection it spreads, as you are oblivious to the monster growing inside you. As you still sit idly by taking all of the torment and the in despicable humor, that everyone forces your way, until one day when there is only a single thread holding the beast within you.
Finally, it snaps. As you try to suppress it, it lashes out in a violent rage. Making you commit a passionate murder...an intolerable crime. The murders were so remorseless and gory, that even the most experienced investigators could not stomach the amount of carnage you had created. You were so proud of what you had done. Sat neatly on the bed waiting just to see the reaction of the deputy when he stepped though the door and saw the body. When you looked at the deputy, you smiled and held out your hands, peacefully you went to prison.
As you sit in the interrogation room the detectives are astonished at the calmness and serenity of your persona. When they enter the room, they note that there is sense of macabre on your face. They ask you if you have committed murder. Your reply is simply a smile and you say, "no, this is not murder. It is simply an act of ingenious insanity that was forced upon myself by the cruel and relentless acts of fellow human beings around me. Now everyone should know that you are not born a psychopath. It is something created by the actions that you do not put upon yourself and the torment of others."
Later, you were convicted of 1st degree murder and sentenced to life in prison, where you eventually committed suicide because you thought your purpose had been fulfilled. The last thought that ran through your head before you hung yourself was how you had finally had shown the public that a psychopath is not born they are created by the abuse of others. So that now maybe people will think twice before they make fun of, or hurt, another person...for maybe that could be the last tug that unleashes the beast inside us all.