Narcissism At Its Finest
Shards of glass could pierce my heart
Sharpest swords could pierce my body
Hottest flame could singe my skin.
I can take those, throw them my way.
Tender hearted empath, bared soul
Easy to wound, easy to break.
Naive? Childlike?
You take your fun.
Raucous, condescending laughte.
At the expense of the weak, you prey.
Callous words, careless thoughts unkind.
Those break me.
Sobbing like a lost child,
Abandoned, alone, unwanted
Bleak and scared
Beyond repair.
I can feel the stinging utterances creeping
Feelings of uselessness seeping.
Contemplations unbidden, fears realized.
I’ll never be good enough, so what’s the point?
Hope is fleeting.
You ripped out the tentative security
Standing under already unstable footing.
Expected misery, my lot in life?
Pariah? Outcast? Black sheep?
Will I ever match?
Reminders that I’m different?
What price will I have to pay to play?
Will I ever fit?
Your careless words awaken demons lightly sleeping, ready to pounce.
Fragile? Damaged?
Reminders of my own iniquities.
Words are shards of glass piercing my soul.
I’m a fool to believe love can soothe all.
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