The Narcissist and the Moon

Her mind is the remains of a diseased carcass Jealous of even her own son and daughters She goes by the title of mother Yet she abuses her kids like no other They are her punching bags when her tongue becomes a fist She aims her verbal punch and does not miss Lacking empathy, her envious nature has no remorse She will bully with a force, What next? Be the cause of divorce? Squats in a place letting others see shes ready to feed the poor For what reason? To earn good rewards? Or to serve delusions of grandeur? Her character displays black spots revealing the truth While being a bully to HER youth Your son! Deserves your unconditional love Instead he struggles like a helpless child to rise above Her abuse and manipulation Struggling to draw boundaries in this ugly situation She will go as far as making her son mentally crack Lacking remorse and without looking back In the darkness the moon shines bright And from its bold presence she gets a fright How dare another shine brighter than her every night? The moon unconditionally gives her unwavering light Spitting venom, the envious narcissist attacks and shows her many flaws The moon is not a machine and as usual will ignore... Up to a certain extent Until asserting its presence with no relent The narcissist is verbally abusive and models disrespect Lacking empathy, she cannot introspect Self-reflect please! Lady your conflict resolution skills are poor! You've destroyed your sons sanity and life Relationship with his wife... what more? Will you teach him to be an abuser too? Just like you? Jannah does not lie under the feet of an abusive mother She paves a road to hell by making others suffer So bad that her son with all his might Crumbles to a state of a boy and ignores his human right Of walking away from her abuse Thinking he must accept it and not refuse Hold your tongue. Did you not know your children deserve your respect? Not a bully who targets her son like a medalling wreck Of high importance is her reflection in the mirror Her grandiose sense of self is always the winner Broken, shattered, she has a need to control Only God can fix the narcissist and make her whole She remained envious and never knew The moon could never be subdued To the narcissists disrespect And abuse due to her intellect The narcissist never knew That while the gentle wind blew They both had a shine so bright While the narcissist was a red fire Raging with desire I was the bold presence of the moonlight.