The Narc
Poetry

The narc is a common predator. They are everywhere Beware!
It’s no joke, this is real. They will devour you.
They are hungry, thirsty, looking for a soul with life.
They have no life. No inner life. No inner being. Strange, I know.
But, don’t fall prey. The disguises are many.
You need to be vigilant for they are watching you. They study you to know the entry point — to get in and take what they need.
What can they take you say? Your heart. Your compassion. Your kindness.
You give it freely. They see this. They will take it but, not return it.
They store it, for they can’t generate it from their hearts of stone.
It’s hard to see it. They play a good game. It’s only after the thief has been that you know
— because you will feel DRAINED.
I still have compassion for the narcissist because they are unwell. Yet that does not mean I would want a relationship with them.
It is not safe, as they cannot connect emotionally. They are unable to love for they cannot see the needs of others.
© Orla K.
