Poem – The Narcissist

Lorraine day Nov 2013
He does not think before he speaks
Wounding all with words he meets
A trail of destruction left behind
Oblivious of his dysfunctional mind

Never wrong he’s always right
Insecurity is his plight
An enemy to himself within
Everything always about him

No middle ground
No compromise
He’ll twist the truth
With articulate lies

His ego grandiose
As he stands tall
His aim to watch you
Retreat and fall
Emotionally void
From the human race
Defiance etched upon his face

Your life now fraught with  pain and worry
As he does never intend to say
I’m sorry

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