The world is stone
He tells you what to do
He throws many stones
He tells his boiling rage
His heart in a metal cage
He blows hot and cold
His nasty tales told
Your diseased broken heart
In his cold and empty grasp
When once he loved you
But he changed
Or grew complacent
Your relationship his mission
Of how society sees him
Although him being a narcissist
He is easily hurt
Where you're glad
In the daytime he's at work
Dreading when he returns
And money you never dare burn
His evil and selfish ways
Even with friends and family
Not knowing they know
His narcissist ways
People walking on eggshells
But he has thin skin
And doesn't let love in
His soul in mortal sin
Even though in life he believed
That he looked down from above and did win
But he cares nothing for others
Trying to change him pointless
He will never be the better person
And will never admit
To being a soul crushing narcissist
Accept you will never change his ways
And realize your two options:
Accept him as he is: he will always be vile
Or finally ship out where you can smile
Now in a life free of hassle and stress.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem