Female Psychopathy Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A smile, and a gentle hand,
A helpful, good and easy way,
They draw you in, as you understand,
And then they brighten up your day.

But deeper down, a darker chill,
A mask that slowly starts
to slip,
A heart that's strangely turning still,
A dangerous, but clever tip.

They learn your hopes, your likes your fears,
And use them as their own,
Ignoring all your falling tears,
While on their path they're thrown.

More than we think,
it's very true,
This hidden, darker art,
Especially in a scientists view,
Of women's clever heart.