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