King Narcissist
What is it you want from me?
I don't know how to act or be.
There's no consistency from you,
No matter how or what I do.
You write up stories in your head,
Of things you think that I have said.
To make yourself feel justified,
For all the times that you have lied.
And when I call you out on it,
You get all mad and have a fit.
Copyright © Jamie Grattan | Year Posted 2020
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