Narcissus Poem by Kitty Marie Lucas

Narcissus



I've never known any sort of love
that didn't have more to do
with me being an Echo to the narcissists,
so I define myself by you.

I've only been kept
by those who won't keep themselves at bay.
I am a reminder, a remainder,
of what they once were
or could be someday.

I am the sentinel of the lonely,
my empathy of no intent
accompanies the injured through hell
with a promise
to heal every scar they've ever kept.

the trouble with that is
I'm a really good guesser,
and
the trouble with that is
I reflect
not only their struggles in a better light,
but the days when they haven't looked their best.

I know the question before it is asked,
and I know it really pisses people off,
so I'm trying to account for my own broken heart
by storming about,
and playing along.

I must come across as incisive
when I would dare to ask something
that isn't a reflection
of their own needs.

I'm here to make people feel loved,
so I shouldn't butt in,
this has nothing to do with me.

the first thing people say
when I'm told I'm special
is 'you make me feel special'.
nothing more, nothing less.
I guess people forget that
an echo isn't selective
and resonates 'insecure'
just like the rest.

I brought the trouble upon myself,
for an echo I sure misbehave...
by pointing out
the difference between your
and my own needs,
when people tell me to leave
I have no one to blame.

I'm the Echo to narcissists,
I want to build you up so you can strike me down.
can you hear me? now you exist
and you're no longer around,
you're no longer mine.
you know now all the ways you are special,
so there's no point in mentioning the reasons why I am.

Thursday, July 20, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: bullying,kindness,love
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