narcissist
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Get off your high horse , teller of tales
That neighs with prejudice
And dressed with tatter from Diablo himself
Drown thy pride in infected larva
What is thee that draws the barbarian
Get off your high horse , teller of tales
That neighs with prejudice
And dressed with tatter from Diablo himself
Drown thy pride in infected larva
What is thee that draws the barbarian
Adrenaline boiling in my veins like hot molten hot lava or acid rain.
Once the seasons change and the heart heals, nothing will ever be the same.
You used me as a duly deceiving mirror,
I was no longer me but all that you fear,
for a moment you don't feel completely alone,
You used me as a duly deceiving mirror,
I was no longer me but all that you fear
I wish there was an off button for the things I think and feel.
A way to hide my broken pieces, and the scraps until they heal.
My head is constant chaos; I worry about all the wrong things.
I gently pull the stitch
My craving formed by an itch,
Of the need to express emotion
In the midst of this commotion
Tears soak my face
My mind, my mouth replaced,
By the black thread in place.
Twelve years ago in May,
My parents decided
in court one day,
To break their bond of marriage
I was too young
to really understand.
Dear God,
Where were you?
Sincerely,
Daughter of an alcoholic narcissist.
Dear Father,
Where were you?
Sincerely,
Daughter of an alcoholic narcissist
Dear Mother,
