Narcissist's Treat Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

And nobody knew, because I wore the pain so well,
It was my new costume.
With rose-colored glasses and attachment issues,
I was a narcissist's favorite treat, snack and meal too.

But I was okay with it, because isn't it love
When your being consumed?
From every inch of your being, from your soul too?
Or was that all I knew?

I hid behind a mask of false bravado,
Concealing the wounds that cut deep within.
The rose-tinted lenses distorted my vision,
Blinding me to the toxicity I was trapped in.

A narcissist's plaything, their object of desire,
I willingly surrendered, consumed by their fire.
The anguish I felt, I wore like a shroud,
My pain, my new costume, hidden from the crowd.

But why did love feel so much like abuse?
The ecstasy and the agony, a twisted ruse.
I rationalized, convincing myself it was true,
This was the love I craved, the love I knew.