Psychopath

I'm busy doing something, Mom. 

Okay, okay, I know. I love you mom! Bye!

Finally. I'm alone. I look out of my window and I see a little girl, all alone. 

I grab my knife and go outside like everything's normal.

Time to do what I love to do. 

KILL.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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