THE NARCISSISTIC CYCLE

I got your game,
I know your name.
Your the covert Narcissist
Who likes to shame.
Your game to blame,
And make others feel pain.
To feed your sick and twisted brain.
Your always right
And there is no use for me to fight.
Your not capable of love
You think your above.
But you lost me
And now you can never
Control me.
That must torture you so...
I hurt your ego when I told you to go.
Now your devil horns
are starting to grow and show.
You hurt my innocent friend
And even your own children.
You come after me rage-full.
I never wanted to expose  
Your deep secret
That you dress as a woman
Who calls herself “Angel”.

He’s just like my narcissistic mother,
With her twisted words
She killed my brother.
By filing his sweet mind
With a lifetime of doubt
He saw no other way out.
Now she blames me
With her verbal assault
Certainly it’s not her fault.

My brother’s spirit lives inside
And gives me strength to survive.

I clearly see the
Narcissistic cycle of my life.
My mean mother always
called me a *****
And created imagined strife.
Now she’s turned on my daughter.
Abuse me,
But hurt my daughter and
You’ve hit my boundary.
I do not believe
Her lies and predictions.
It’s Mommy Dearest
With the pathological condition.

How could I be so blind?
That I didn’t realize
the man
I trusted to father my children
Is the most evil devil.
He is so dangerous
And scares me so
He’s out of the home
But last week tried to
run me off the road
I hate myself for being
Stupid, needy and kind
I cry and cry
Because I was blind
twisted my words,
My thoughts
His harem of family and friends
He’s convinced
That I’m the crazy one
To no end.
I struggle every day
Because he will not go away.