They Can’t Just Help it
My friend believes every once in a while,
people with bad intentions check in their reality
and feel bad sometimes.
I believe they love what they do.
That’s why they do that.
There are people whose sole mission in life
is to mess with other people’s lives.
When I sight them,
I steer clear from them.
Some don’t have humanly feelings in their heart
to give in to knowing in terms that
what they did is wrong.
They enjoy doing it.
It is a hobby.
Just like you find joy in cooking and reading,
they find joy in killing, raging,
or manipulation…
It is a fun thing to do.
Some might be shaped
by their environment or trauma
that might have juggled up their lives,
while some,
they are born that way.
They just can’t help it.
Saddled with love,
fueled with compassion,
showered with every feeling
and positive emotion life could offer…
They still do what they want to do anyway.
They find it right.
After all, they don’t have to think
by the way of the world.
“They can be weird and unique,”
so I believe they thought.
Sometimes,
I want to travel through their thought process.
Sit in their brain and study
how their brain cells
move differently from other humans.
I bet they have the same brain cells
like we do. But maybe the wiring is different.
Subtly.
I’m sure the psychologists
have a name for it.
Some big word.
Some diagnosis.
I don’t know it.
I secretly pray for them from afar,
because I pity that they have to be
the Villian in somebody’s story.
They can’t just help it.
It is sad.
Isn’t it?





So prepare for the Coup of the century!
Be prepared for the murkiest scam!
Boy is that Old Scar ever a JERK.
He commits Fratricide.
Who kills their own brother?
People who need a KING don't make a lick of sense to me.
Nice post.