Highly functioning sociopath

Do you know what it's like,
To be clear of emotions?
Of the numbness of pain that almost always eludes you?

You can feel what you want to or what others expect you.
There's no time in your pattern, there's only perspective.

You can choose your own angles, a director of feelings,
You can be the main hero or just a face in the background.

You get angry with people for not seeing things your way,
But you're only forgetting they have only the one way.

What possessed you I don't know, to become what you are now,
For living and giving is for you but a choice.
It's a choice to wake up, to have friends and to love them.
It's a choice to love people, to appreciate their kindness.

It's a blessing to know all bad feelings are ether,
here a moment, in another they vanish.

It's a choice to keep all the good things and forget all the others.

It's amazing to know that in any point, in any day,
you are ready to die, no regrets, no delusions,
All that it is, is all there is to.

It is almost like magic when whatever that troubles you,
Can go away with a simple enough uttering: "Ah, fuck it"
And things can then go all the way back to normal.

It's your choice, it's your world,
You can bring it to your measure,
There's no fear, no regrets in your mirrors.

Rise and shine you ingenious idiot,
Go ahead and create,
Mold the world to your image,
Let him not do it to yours though.