Narcopath

Forth and back so on and so forth

Madness masking more madness

When a narcissist cries

Big, fat, salty

Crocodile tears of self love

For you to appreciate their

Sensitivity

Insightful through the most insidious of manipulations

Unaware, blissfully, so blissfully you stay unaware

In an emotional waiting room

Preparing for an appointment

That was never made

Not for you anyway

You're just the vessel

My ride to the store

Paradoxically

To the narcopath

Self love is

Self loathing

Self loathing's

Self love

Those who crave pity

Must first devour all of their own

Then starve at too young an age

From loving themselves

Much too much

Behind a shattered enough stage

A mess at the start

Even cats need learn their own claws

Professional confidence from something

Re-sewn, sutured, glued, reassembled

From pure disaster into smooth alabaster

Sharp at the edges, dangerous

This insightful love of the narcopath

Fierce now unbroken

Statuesque

Whole and all powerful

Distorted fully to experience zero reality

Floating among humans

In irrelevant situations

A deep love shared for the glory

Of one

With the strength

Of one thousand suns

Be careful

Those little emo black holes, ha,

They'll swallow your a*s whole

Author's Note

Love yourself to death.

Reviews

[EileenMarie]

Well said. Great write and I can totally relate having been on the other side of the Narcissists mental games of hide and seek. Manipulation at the very best. I love the style, it grabs the reader and allows you to feel as you move through the poem. Nice job!

[Davidgeo]

It's an autobiographical poem.... I apologize on behalf of all the horrible narcissists you've encountered. They are a good time from time to time though, in small doses. A little bit goes a long way.

[EileenMarie]

1 was enough. I'm sure I have encountered more in the world but living with 1 was plenty. I am free of the craziness! I will read more of your poetry, I do like your style :)

[KWP]

Oh dear - two science nerds - and me - too funny 😂

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Having a narcissist for a mother, I have been witness to so much of this poem. It reminds me of the song, "One Is The Loneliest Number," and indeed it is. For all the smiles delivered, the shadow never left her face. She has now departed this earth, and I feel a great sadness at heart knowing that she was never, ever happy. Her manipulations garnered her nothing but a temporary reprieve from having to face herself in the mirror. Never liking what she saw, she ran from that reflection straight into the grave. Whenever I encounter people like this, I can't help but feel sorry for them. They are wounded birds who never learned to fly.

[Davidgeo]

It's hard taking these reviews. It's spot on, a good review. But, I am that person... I'm aware of what it means to be who I am and how I affect people. I accept I'm usually not a good person... it just sucks to hear it restated. I feel like the object of your hate. Don't worry, I'll get over it.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Not hate. She never deserved that, although I think it's what she wanted because she knew she really didn't deserve better. She did everything that she could to make me hate her because she had learned to hate herself. It's easier to cast away those who hate but much harder to accept love and kindness and compassion. A narcissist knows full well what they are doing, and they do everything within their power to create that self-fulfilling reality that they are undeserving, unlovable, and alone. She could never say, "I love you" because she couldn't love herself. I'll never forget her words to me, "You are nothing and a nobody and no one will ever love you." I know those words weren't true but they pierced my heart. They pierced my heart because I know that's how she felt about herself. In fact, I have always believed that those words were a poison that someone else poured into her ears. I don't hate anyone. You'll get over it. :-)

[Elise Anton]

Great response Linda Marie. You have broken the cycle, when it could so easily have continued. It must have been difficult living in an environment where you were aware of the effect but also the cause. The fact you were able to understand and 'not hate' is admirable. jizzy is often 'misunderstood' but I think in this instance, you have shown great insight, and read beyond his 'surface' superficiality. You didn't take the bait, but chose to stay focussed on the issue raised. Again, very admirable. You have gained a fan :)

[Elise Anton]

Good write. Job done. Just the right amount of bias. One can only really be offended if the shoe fits. Which proves your point anyway...

[Davidgeo]

It is really mostly about me... I'm a little narcissistic and a little sociopathic. I'm mostly self aware though... that's why I amuse you and some others. I'm a self contained mad man who loves to agitate certain types of people, with words. The people I agitate are pretty much the same people as me, perhaps not so self aware though. (me me me, god damn those narcissists man; they are the worst at being awesome)

[Elise Anton]

Oh I got that ;)

[Davidgeo]

you would...

[Elise Anton]

One to another friend.

[Davidgeo]

I once yelled "show me your hippie tits" to and American politician... I got the most bizarre, almost amused look. She never did show me those b***s though, that filthy pilgrim s**t.

[Elise Anton]

Almost amused? Were there cameras around? That would explain her reluctance lol. Although the image of your average politician as a hippie... my mind can't quite get there?

[Davidgeo]

Her name was Michelle Bachman.... look her up. Her face is not really capable of a large range of emotion. And she is so uppity. I'd bang her. No condoms.

[Elise Anton]

You mean this woman????

http://copyranter.blogspot.com.au/2011/08/michele-bachmann-pic-of-day.html

[Davidgeo]

Yup... that's the b***h

[Elise Anton]

Hmmm.... one should never judge a book by its cover, they say. I judged. You really should reconsider the condom thing. There's genes to think about...

[Davidgeo]

But, I got the best herpes in the states.... every gal should wanna get into that. No condoms. Ah... the blisters, they bring back such wonderful memories. Did you say you needed some herpes? I can get you some herpes pretty cheap.

[Elise Anton]

All good. Besides there's the customs thing... Getting them here and all...

[Davidgeo]

Herpes!! Wait... damn it, I was talking about my herpes again? Damn it.

[Elise Anton]

Yup. We always end up there. All roads lead to herpes. Blisters on the mind are worse though, I can attest to that.