The Narcissist

The Narcissist She was the chief admirer of her beauty. A daily dose of maintenance was her duty. She even added fat onto her booty. Oh yes, she could attest she was a cutie. You might just say she was a ‘’tooty fruity.’’ Engrossed in the attraction of the hairy hoard, mystified in a world where some are ignored, the girl with the face everyone adored was left alone, dejected, down and bored. What do you do when you’re tired of self? You take your face off and put it on the shelf and try a look inside for the inner wealth. But in the darkened caverns of the human mind are revelations burdensome of scornful kind…. and actions that are grievous to the soul. She was the chief admirer of her beauty…. bound by a narcissistic cord. This is not a thing of good mental health. She wear’s it everywhere for you to find like her skin is an elegant mink stole. 4/18/20