Narcissus and the poisoned catharsis
Have you ever been left in thrall by the gigantic curiosity of a face-no-face woman?
All she ever desires to ask the fortune-teller is, how long it is due, her death
Makes me nauseous, I never knew cracking a joke could reveal that much
Well, I presume, it's alright when you are allowed to rebel as much as you are in the confines of a home you never belonged
It is supposed to be that,
you are either mad or you grow mad
Narcissists are funny, sad little creatures, you see
If only we would have been smarter, they wouldn't have needed to do all the wrongs they did
Then there are the compulsive disorders they are obliged to do
The trauma they inherit
Their purple hearts
The cursed pool
The inability to project everything others’
Now, tell me who is who, who's a sorry figure now?
Poor, sad, little thing
Lies are after all, a defense, innocent games of love
Self-esteem is an overarching possession, you lack, your bad
All I mean to say is,
you think all your tears are worth,
Wait till they are reduced to a penny given in stupid charity
Because when you were consuming yourself into what you are least not
Being unkind to yourself is the cruelest thing you ever did.
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