narcissism
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You say you love me,
and I think that's true,
But you don't love me
more than you love you.
If I was worth more to you than your pride,
maybe then you would have apologized.
You just sit there staring…
With your Cheshire cat grin
As if to exude beguiled & bemused
While making entreaty to let you in
I've seen it repeated
Over in time.
How can perfection be so flawed?
Grace turned grim,
Though in your prime,
I've assuredly experienced all.
Its presence an everlasting notion,
On a summer day i met himWith his sparkling eyes, smooth talk and confident smilei could’nt do anything but fall for him
Revolving door, I guess I’ve come back for more of course.
Spirit numb and heart can’t take much more.
Only takes a smallest of gestures to have me banging on your door.
Begging, pleading for just a little more.
Your eyes are cold dark dead like your soul you say you believe in God almighty in Jesus name amenI hear your voice ringing in my ears my hearts beatingI hear the bell ringing, the door knocking the card chopping My hearts beatingClick click click
My scars run deeper than my irrevocable love
For he who cuts me deepest just to see if I still bleed
His thirst strengthens as he watches the life drip from me
Insatiable, he whittles away til he reaches my bones
I can sit in bed all day
Write stories of love,
And happiness,
And success.
And every expression of emotion
Is guarded up; soliloquy.
Imagine a world wherein no one had philosophy.
Imagine this world as a bigger world
with more people who were mirror images of their neighbors.
Imagine these images every day
were shattered upon rocks
He is Helmsman.
There’s no way to tell
what’s real and what’s hell
A man, he says you fail.
without speaking a word
I’m a poster child with no more room on the wall,
And I want to be the molly ringwald of every situation.
The eyes in the back of my head hear you talking bad about me,
Dear Grandmother,
You were supposed to protect me and wipe my tears when I cried.
Yes, you did this but all as you lied.
You taught me not to trust:
Of all men
Stands tall, proud
A statue of stoic narcissism
"Impressions matter,"
The words of an impressionist
Grit in a glass.
Confidence in a cup.
Call it what you will,
as long as you buy another
gin and tonic.
I'm consistent in my ways,
you're just another tab, that's got to pay.
Empty puzzle pieces gaping wide,
Showing the world in which I cannot hide,
Shallow emotions flutter throughout my being,
Showing everything that possesses absolutely no meaning.
Everyone believes your great,
They keep on telling me so,
Expertly you play the part of their mate,
Sweet childishness and humour overflow,
Instagram, Facebook,
That is all it took,
Took to lead these teens
Out into the streets
To live what they'd seen
On some little screen.
There’s a myriad of things you won’t let go of.Like the bouquet of thorns scratching your wrists,And the ring of poison ivy wrapped around your red tinted fingers.You are to wed today,A beautiful shore covenant.
Matronly, maternal mother you are not.
Nurturing mother of love,
Narcissus dances through your mind.
With every rejecting shove
You cannot comprehend
The breach I feel inside.
People all around me
So different and unique
Each their own
With their problems
And personalities
Its really weird to think of
That I am not alone
Everyone has their share
Of bad news
A knife to my chest
Or a gun to my head
as i breathe my last breath
though im already dead
Who cares if i die
Or is this just satans lies
its myself i despise
All these tears i done cried
would you miss me if i died? Would you stay up late at night
if you knew today was my goodbye
would you try when you woke
because your the one who wished it on me
would you try to call the next day
She does not know when to behave,
never asked me if I am ok,
criticizing and jabbing at my brain,
the pounding heartbreaking pain.
She knows there is someone to blame,
Trapped.
She is trapped with no way out.
The fraction of hope that she contains is the only thing that is keeping her sane, if that is what she is.
At this point, there is no doubt in her mind that he will return.
Drowning.
She is drowning in the loneliness that is clouding her thoughts.
When she thought.
If she thought;
she thinks she feel him, just in the back of her mindset.
Words are thrown out to hate,Before it can be stopped, it's al
"he's still here."
here.
Here and gone. The words meld into one.
I screamed. I cried. I lost my mind.
Is it possibly to feel so much at the same time?
Get upLook in the mirror Stare for to longTell yourself your greatTell yourself your perfectTell yourself your specialNow your lateGet to school watch them admire you
Guilded I am
Seen as superior
Expectations run high
So I push, and push
I strive to achieve
There was a man in the lake
Whose good looks were but a fake.
But the envy had spread
To Narcissus’ head,
And he drowned the man in the lake.
I do not think that I can excuse myself
From the never-ending cataclysmic cycle
In which I switch between the various stages
Of love and grief and self-deprivation and narcissism
perfect as always
moved toward a blinding light
seek fast the individual
who knew perfection was so frail
blemished as always
so beautiful
all eyes on me
seek faster the the two
Be careful where you are stepping
It’s hard to see with your chin so high
And be careful not to look so deep
Into the blueness of the sky
Keep your mind on planet earth
Not in the chimera of your heroics
