Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who’s the pettiest of them all?
Why you, the narcissist of course!
She smiled at the answer
Knowing she had done
Her chores for the day
Manipulation? Check!
Lying? Check!
Playing victim? Check!
As she stared at herself in the mirror
Mesmerised and enchanted by her own perfection
She realised that as long as the mirror existed
There would be a copy of herself on it
And she couldn’t have that
So she destroyed the very thing she loved
This wasn’t the first time
And surely it wouldn’t be the last

About The Narcissist:
This poem was inspired by Kevin’s No Theme Thursday prompt for the week. He has so many great images as always this week and this one in particular really grabbed my attention. You can check out all his prompts here.
I don’t know if any of you have ever dealt with a narcissist before but it is absolutely exhausting and draining. They destroy everything in their path and hurt those closest to them more than anyone. And the sad part is that they don’t even feel any guilt for the damage they cause because they don’t feel empathy the way “normal” people do. Or even gratitude for all that others have done for them. It hurts, it hurts a lot. And that pain is what inspired this poem.
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