Bound to Think Like That
The narrative twists as I watch
Almost from a third person perspective
Everything tightens to say
"It's your fault, it's your fault, it's your fault"
Binding and twisting and turning
Til I'm tied in knots
My mind left in one tangle or another
Unable to catch up
Google says "you live with a narcissist"
I think maybe I'm the narcissist
Accused of terrible things
Denied the right to explain
So the purported crime hangs in the air
Perhaps I'm torturing
Perhaps it's me
Tolerated despite my awful selfishness
I know I'm reliant on external validation
I've traded on my looks or wit if the mood struck me at times
And felt elevated
I can't think straight
I'm locked in a loveless space
Captive there
With 'why can't I be happy' ticker taping across my brain
Why? I'm told I'm the problem
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