POETRY

What Does a Child Feel When Their Mother is Narcissistic?

Mommy, please?

Look at me Mommy, look at me Mommy, please? You look at me but don’t see me You see who you want me to be I close my eyes and I dream When can I just be me?

Speak for me Mommy, speak for me Mommy, please? A silent me is what you need You tell me that I can’t speak Children are to be seen, not heard When will it ever be my turn?

Give me words Mommy, give me words Mommy, please? I don’t have my words, just your words I make mistakes so I zip my lips When will I speak like other kids?

See for me Mommy, see for me Mommy, please? The things I see aren’t what I think That’s what you tell me to believe When will I know what’s reality?

Feel for me Mommy, feel for me Mommy, please? You tell me what I feel isn’t real I don’t think I feel anything When will I learn how to feel?

Think for me Mommy, think for me Mommy, please? Thinking things is not for me That’s what you always say to me When will I be allowed to think?

Hold on to me Mommy, please hold me Mommy, please? I’m a child Mommy, please hold me I guess I don’t need comforting When will you ever comfort me?

Laugh at me Mommy, laugh at me Mommy, please? Target me, I’m fooled easily “Your little joke” is what you call me When will I know why you tease me?

Hurt me, please? Mommy hurt me, please? Mommy, please? It’s what I need, I’m your bad seed I’ll hide the wounds so no one sees When can I ever wear short sleeves?

Show your love Mommy, show your love Mommy, please? Just spell for me L.O.V.E. Then show me what it really means When will I know that you love me?

Please come near Mommy, please come near Mommy, please? Whisper bad words that no one hears Secrets hidden in unseen tears When will I be saved from the fear?

Please deceive me Mommy, please deceive me Mommy, please? It’s what you need to make a fool of me I’m the “The little joke” that you need When will you stop tricking me?

Save me please Mommy please save me Mommy, please? Come quickly Mommy, you’ve hurt me Pour salt on the wound where I bleed When will you stop hurting me?

Give me all that I can take You won’t stop and I won’t break You call me “Your little mistake” But you’re no Mommy, you’re a fake

Mommy’s gone and now I see Mommy wasn't a Mom to me

Mommy’s gone, there’s no room for me Mommy left no vacancies

Mommy’s gone, but I don’t grieve Mommies weren’t meant for me

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