Narcissistic Woman
I saw her
Egoistic
She is nice
Magnetic
But man-hater
I am sorry, her
Why there are
So many
Narcissistic women?
God created
A man and a woman
This is
The life
Not a
Narcissistic woman
In my youth girls would sigh, your teeth are so bright
Now, like the stars, they come out at night
Once cavalier narcissistic
I have grown much more realistic
As a witty old genius, I'm an eternal delight
i get shown time and time again by broken men
red flags and warning signs
i think they will change
but in reality the only person changing is me
the sweet loving girl i once was
is being turned into someone cold and harsh
a girl who once had brown glistening eyes
and shiny brown hair
now her eyes are black and blank
her hair black dull and dead
he never changed
only i
Son of a gun narcissistic
With a personality pessimistic
Everything resolves around you
Victor or victim that you bruise
When you look in silver mirror
You can’t see because you fear me
My natural beauty that you deface
Graceful in defeat as you beat me again
And yet somehow I still WIN
I let you walk in my trap
Recorded it all and sent it zap
To the authorities for proof
No more abuse wear your cell
Meant for my mind on yours
I’m forgiving me for loving YOU
Parting ways is so sugary
I have reasons to enjoy life
No longer fearing empowered
I am a black flower blooming
the blood ties,
those ropes around the neck,
they don't strangle,
they just tug and tug
till you can't breathe right.
they call it love,
but it's a slow poison,
each word, each glance
dripping venom,
soft as a smile,
sharp as a blade.
you stand there,
the man of the house,
fighting shadows that don't die,
smiling at the lies
that pass for truth.
how far should a man go?
as far as it takes,
to burn the bridges
and drown the past
in whiskey and time.
they'll scream, they'll claw—
but you,
you walk away.
To bow at feet divine, yet feel the weight/
Of every fault, each sin he does dictate/
A love proclaimed, yet fire awaits below/
In sadistic trials, our fate does show/
A tyrant's rule, a dictators scheme/
A mind consumed by power, it would seem/
In psychiatric terms, a narcissist plea/
A God who craves our praise, eternally/
If love so pure condemns to fire's embrace/
One questions this divine, omnipotent grace/
A paradox in words, where love and wrath/
Seem intertwined on a narrow path/
Communistic echoes in divine decree/
Where worship is forced/
And freedom can not be/
A kingdom not ruled by Democracy/
But by iron hands of theological tyranny/
The question lingers, in the silent night/
Can love be true/
When governed by such might/
In a World where mirrors lie/
And falsehoods find their stride/
The Narcissistic wanders by/
With grandeur in their eyes/
A veneer of charm and grace/
A smile that's falsely sweet/
Behind the mask, a hollow space/
Where empathy is in retreat/
Entitled to the highest praise/
They bask in admiration/
But challenge them, sparks will blaze/
A storm of retribution/
For in their realm, they reign supreme/
A fragile crown they wear/
When faced with a no answer/
They will plot and scheme/
Revenge laid bare, beware/
They'll spread the whispers, twist the truth/
A smear campaign begun/
To tarnish those who dare rebuke/
Their vengeance never done/
So guard your heart, be firm and wise/
Set boundaries, stand your ground/
The Narcissistic grand disguise/
In truth, is lost, is lost unbound/
They seek the world to kneel and bow/
To fuel their empty fire/
But look beyond the surface now/
And see their true attire/
In recognizing what is real/
We break illusion's hold/
The essence of their dark appeal/
A tale that's often told/
You shut your every door just to peak through your window to watch me try to pry it open,
You stay silent just to make your painful words run through my head,
You give me psychological passive trauma so that you be the first person i'll run to for help,
You buy me posters and tapestries to try to cover the holes in my walls that you've made and still make,
You make me feel like a burden and like i'm doing something wrong because i'm not always your step ladder, there to hold you up for you to be "above" everyone,
You give me mental issues just to invalidate and disregard my feelings and thoughts so no one can dive into all your horrible actions,
you make me suffer everyday with thoughts of s****e because I can't figure out what I did so horribly wrong to you for me to deserve this knot in my stomach I get anyone that I am not in a state of derealization,
You fill my entire being with misery and twist it so it seems like i'm doing something to you so then I won't feel like I should tell anyone because it's all my fault anyways, right?
Chaotic hypnotic robotic symbiotic Carotic hieratic proglottic automatic
O what a tangled web of lies we weave
Tipping on the edge of destruction
Pleading we are alright while intrusive thoughts invade our minds like moving pictures.
Hiding the horrors that lurk behind closed doors.
The mangled and twisted ways you’ve damaged your children
When our cries for help were met with unanswered ears
O what a tangled web of lies you’ve weaved
For the truth has been buried in our subconscious. Bond and sealed for our mental protection.
Your so called truths were our only memory, soon to be doused when the flood gates of our locked subconscious opens to remind us of the truth.
O what tangled web of lies we weave
When we’ve lied to hide your abuse, we’ve weaved this tangled web by keeping all the secrets that kept you looking motherly and us unforgiving.
Silence was my friend
no one knew of the harm done
to this body, no one knew of
the banging screams against
this smiling door that everyone
saw.
Our parents damaged the innocence
that laid in wait
We remained silent, this treatment
Is normal is it not?
Silence killed the beauty inside,
welcoming idle guest that became
permanent residents.
But still we remained silent
like ease-droppers, hearing but not
helping.
Silence became our enemy.
For who would believe the dotting parents are monsters under our beds
keeping out cries for help silent among the world.
You were to love us
Cherish and help us grow
To have and to hold us
But all we have is anchor of lies
Floating among gloomy skies
It’s weight soon to give.
I was once bound by chains
Bruised wrist, unseen battle scars.
I smelled and breathed freedom
But got lost in your sea of promises.
Rope burns these wrist you once held
So gently.
Didn’t know codependency was
A curse from your narcissism
…mother why am I tied to your lies…
The sun falls into the ground once more
As has happened the day before
How content I may appear
But please, look between the looking glass
Please, you must look past
Past my facade, Im trapped inside my mind
The circumference of my skull is my cage
Im running out of precious time
I see no chance of escape
A mind of madness, they call it
And so I would agree
My failures regularly consume me
I cannot keep from wondering when it will end
My mirage of mirrors, ceasing quickly as it began
How tender youth aid and abed my delusion
But with age comes confusion
But with age comes heartbreak
But with age comes responsibility
But with age comes headache
Yes, they say misery loves company
And it does, for I do
And one day I may speak those words to another
Our tender love anew
So we may dance together
And my thoughts may consume him too
After the little storm last night
The birds' song seems chipper
As the sun changes cobalt clouds
To rose, roosters' songs quicker
As porch ceiling fan hums steadily
And poet struggles out
Words, the muse is stifled trapped within
Unwanted emotions 'bout
The audience reads penned thoughts
At least some days they do
Maybe they just glance, write a note
As they pass swiftly through
Do they ever think, maybe ponder?
Over each small word penned
Or is it a means to an end
Somehow a gold star pinned
At least it is not outright rudeness
Each poet acknowledges
The verse in unique and kind ways
Not his wife admonishes
When a few words she tries to say
Will the wrong be righted
Can forgiveness take ahold
And love again ignited
This is not about soupers not commenting. My work is always commented on in unique and encouraging comments. Thanks soupers.
Lovers of themselves
the world revolves around them
at least in their minds
their lovers...I mean victims
dangle from a puppet string...
Inspired by current events.
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