PSYCHO...

"WHAT AM I?" I ask myself this question 24/7. It's such a tough question that I am always so speechless. Human? Nah, how can I be human. A human doesn't kill other humans for no reason. A human does not enjoy torturing other humans for their fun. A human doesn't feel thrilled at the mere sight of crimson blood or the slight moans of whimpering animal. Then if I am the opposite to human, could I call myself 'unhuman'? Is that even a word...? This constant, nagging, feeling each and every minute of the day. I'm a killer on the loose. My crimes are on every network and newspaper and tabloid. The bounty hunters seek me with massive rewards and yet... They all fail. Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh. Why they fail to catch me...? I beg them in my dreams, call them out to overpower me, catch me... but no one is stronger than me, not near enough to even catch a glimpse of my face. So I take them then. What am I? Have I become that powerful...? Is this what being a criminal feels like? Or have I lost my mind...? Because seriously, why would I crave the sight and sound of bones breaking and human bodies begging for mercy..? Insane, am I...? Haha. I could be. After all, being a girl in a world of man dominated grounds could make one like that. Cold. Emotionless. It feels good though. All the time, being disguised like them and betraying them and then creating ways to bring them on their knees and kneel before me and beg as I make them pay for their deeds. This world was not meant for us to be together. These arrogant men can not even come near me, much less overpower me. They only look from afar.... Hear me out, they're all scared. So so so scared. So much so that the sound of my mere name cuts straight into their soul and begins to eat them inside out. Maybe that is why they cannot catch me. Incurring my wrath upon them would lead to their ultimate demise. So I can say again, these men though arrogant are cleaver. They know how to keep their distance. So then again..."What am I?". I look out the slight opening of my small hut and up into the starry sky. Could I be one of those million stars in the night sky...? Or am I the black hole..? Am I unhuman? Insane? Creep? A freaky woman? Haha, I glug the jug of lake water in one full go and groan in the impending dizziness of loneliness. I have more to do. Shivers are travelling up my spine as I imagine the face of the person who'll attempt to catch me. Torture me. Kill me. I'm so exited that I want to run past all my limits... I do not know what I am. But I do know I am not a human. And they too believe I am not a human. Therefore, they call me 'Psycho'.