POETRY ON MEDIUM

The Narcissist

A POEM …

I am the great imposter.

I don’t bend or sway, I shatter. My incompetence stalks me, its eyes always agaze. My trauma fuels me, while it eats me away. My vacillation runs rampant. It blankets all acceptance. What have I accomplished?

I am devoid of ego.

I am the illegitimate child, unworthy of praise. I offer up my services, but I always misbehave. Let me please you, I could be perfect. But don’t respect me, I’ll break.

I am paralysis incarnate.

False facts plague me. I look around at all the players in another play.

I am the big fraud.

There are no intellects here, no skills, no accomplishments. I think maybe, but it dissipates on the page.

The narcissist laughs. It puts its life-vest on first, while I deservedly drown. It ridicules my mere existence. It revels in my insecurities. It dances in my wake.

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