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The Narcissist

Your bitter, twisted, self-centred mind
I’ve ever known any such kind
It’s always them, someone else-
Criticism, condemnation, but never yourself
Your heart is baron, an empty space
it shows everyday all over your face.

Money and riches are all you value,
superficial and shallow your truly hollow
You crave and desire beyond your means,
then abandon, discard well that’s how it seems

My hope is for you, that in years to come
you will see for yourself the distress that you’ve done
Your children forsaken used like pawns in a game,
you’re a spiteful person who knows no shame
Bitter, twisted, vindictive and cruel just a few words that remind me of you.

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