They call it narcissism
A distorted sense of self
A sociopathic disorder
They can think of no one else.
They come first, their needs and wants
Their own selfish, lustful desires
They’ll show some interest early on, but
In time they’ll grow bored and tire.
It takes a lot to stimulate
To keep them satisfied
You’ll spend your life appeasing them
Forgoing your own pride.
No sincerity or loyalty
They’ll take all you have to give
They thrive on getting over
It’s who they are, it’s how they live.
An all-consuming sense of self
They crave attention and adoration
Obsessed and consumed with no one else
No concern for your reputation.
They’re charming and persuasive
You’ll be overcome and overwhelmed
You’ll fall so hard, you’ll lose yourself
Overtaken by their spell.
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great poem Patty!
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Thank you for reading my poem and for commenting! Your comments are greatly appreciated! π
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a pleasure π
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Great one ππ without adoration theyβll fall apart for sure πππ
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Thanks for reading and for commenting!!!! ππππ
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