Narcissist

I’m not really sure how I feel about you.

You’re slimy and quick,

an ugly view,

shrouded in a pleasanter hue.

Creative and bright,

a pleasant find.

Turn on the lights,

and it darkens in time.

Do you want me to serve the agenda you set?

Manipulating and twisting,

but you haven’t won me yet.

I backpedal when I see the disguise disappear.

Suddenly, my eyes fill with fear

as I recognize the pitchfork

hidden all along.

I was not trapped by your siren song.