#narc - Hello Poetry

I used to think the mirror lied that maybe all the praise was noise, all the sharpness in my smile just armor for a frightened voice. But then I watched the room bend toward me— eyes orbiting like desperate moons, every laugh waiting for my permission, every silence begging for my ruin. And I understood. Not with guilt, not with horror, but with relief. They call it narcissism like it’s a sickness, a cracked thing, a flaw stitched underneath the skin. But I have never felt more whole. I like the hunger in my chest, the way ambition tastes metallic on my tongue. I like knowing confidence can sound like a threat when spoken by the right person. Maybe I am cruel. Maybe I enjoy winning too much, enjoy watching people shrink while I become something untouchable. But evil is just a word people use for someone who stopped apologizing for taking up space. Now I know what I am— a fire that finally learned it was never meant to keep others warm. And honestly, there’s comfort in that. Because once you stop fearing what darkness lives inside you, there’s suddenly nothing left that can hold you back.

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May 11

May 11, 2026 at 10:13 AM UTC

yourfavoritefollower

What they call a "Flaw"

I used to think the mirror lied that maybe all the praise was noise, all the sharpness in my smile just armor for a frightened voice. But then I watched the room bend toward me— eyes orbiting like desperate moons, every laugh waiting for my permission, every silence begging for my ruin. And I understood. Not with guilt, not with horror, but with relief. They call it narcissism like it’s a sickness, a cracked thing, a flaw stitched underneath the skin. But I have never felt more whole. I like the hunger in my chest, the way ambition tastes metallic on my tongue. I like knowing confidence can sound like a threat when spoken by the right person. Maybe I am cruel. Maybe I enjoy winning too much, enjoy watching people shrink while I become something untouchable. But evil is just a word people use for someone who stopped apologizing for taking up space. Now I know what I am— a fire that finally learned it was never meant to keep others warm. And honestly, there’s comfort in that. Because once you stop fearing what darkness lives inside you, there’s suddenly nothing left that can hold you back.

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Step one: Begin with the quiet understanding that you are exceptional. Not in a loud way, that would be tacky, but in the way gravity assumes the earth revolves around it. Step two: Practice listening not to hear, of course, but to reload. Nod occasionally, tilt your head just enough to seem humane then redirect every story back to yourself as naturally as rivers return to the sea Step three: Develop a delicate allergy to criticism. Even the softest suggestion should feel like an insult wrapped in incompetence. So respond accordingly: With a smile sharpened at the edges and a correction no one asked for. Step four: Curate your reflection. Mirrors are useful, but people are better. Surround yourself with those who applaud on cue and call it “connection” when it is really just good lighting. Step five: Learn the art of empathy. Not the feeling, don’t be ridiculous, but the imitation. Say things like “that must be hard” while calculating how their hardship might be used as a stepping stone. Step six: Rewrite history often. You are always the hero, or the victim, whichever earns more attention. Facts are flexible. Memory is a tool, not a record. Step seven: Mistakes do not belong to you. They hover nearby, waiting for someone less important to claim them. Assign blame generously like a philanthropist of fault. Step eight: Measure your worth in reflections in glances, in admiration half-spoken. If the room is not watching you, the room is wrong. Step nine: Keep your heart at a safe distance. Close enough to reference, far enough to avoid inconvenience. Vulnerability is inefficient and efficiency is everything. Step ten: Finally, believe none of this is about you. Call it confidence. Call it self-respect. Call it anything but what it is. And if, at any point, you feel a flicker of doubt quickly, now return to step one. After all, you wouldn’t want to become ordinary.

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Apr 2

Apr 2, 2026 at 3:31 PM UTC

yourfavoritefollower

The Step-by-Step Guide To Narcissism

Step one: Begin with the quiet understanding that you are exceptional. Not in a loud way, that would be tacky, but in the way gravity assumes the earth revolves around it. Step two: Practice listening not to hear, of course, but to reload. Nod occasionally, tilt your head just enough to seem humane then redirect every story back to yourself as naturally as rivers return to the sea Step three: Develop a delicate allergy to criticism. Even the softest suggestion should feel like an insult wrapped in incompetence. So respond accordingly: With a smile sharpened at the edges and a correction no one asked for. Step four: Curate your reflection. Mirrors are useful, but people are better. Surround yourself with those who applaud on cue and call it “connection” when it is really just good lighting. Step five: Learn the art of empathy. Not the feeling, don’t be ridiculous, but the imitation. Say things like “that must be hard” while calculating how their hardship might be used as a stepping stone. Step six: Rewrite history often. You are always the hero, or the victim, whichever earns more attention. Facts are flexible. Memory is a tool, not a record. Step seven: Mistakes do not belong to you. They hover nearby, waiting for someone less important to claim them. Assign blame generously like a philanthropist of fault. Step eight: Measure your worth in reflections in glances, in admiration half-spoken. If the room is not watching you, the room is wrong. Step nine: Keep your heart at a safe distance. Close enough to reference, far enough to avoid inconvenience. Vulnerability is inefficient and efficiency is everything. Step ten: Finally, believe none of this is about you. Call it confidence. Call it self-respect. Call it anything but what it is. And if, at any point, you feel a flicker of doubt quickly, now return to step one. After all, you wouldn’t want to become ordinary.

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No, I couldn't be How could you even suggest such a thing? It's not my fault, it never has been And it never will be Because I am not a Narcissist Your slander will never reach my high horse I go to fast for you, It's not my fault you're weak. Can't you handle such truths? See, I can, because I know that I'm not a Narcissist. Why would someone need empathy? Why should I want these inferior emotions to hold me back? I've left them behind and it's made me greater. You could learn a thing or two.

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Apr 2

Apr 2, 2026 at 12:17 PM UTC

yourfavoritefollower

But I'm Not a Narcissist

No, I couldn't be How could you even suggest such a thing? It's not my fault, it never has been And it never will be Because I am not a Narcissist Your slander will never reach my high horse I go to fast for you, It's not my fault you're weak. Can't you handle such truths? See, I can, because I know that I'm not a Narcissist. Why would someone need empathy? Why should I want these inferior emotions to hold me back? I've left them behind and it's made me greater. You could learn a thing or two.

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To love my dad is to never come with empty hands. To have a talk with my dad, is to set up a meeting, and don't forget to write it on his note pad. To hang out with my dad, is to call one day randomly and hope he includes you in his plans. I grew up without a dad I say this figuratively, because he was their financially, but never physically. People see the outside and say, "he's working hard for your future." If only they could walk in my shoes they'll see they had no clue. My dad compares me to all the women he ever lusted, and that's just weird to me. He would ask me, Why don't you wear make-up, you'll look prettier. Why don't you lose weight, more men will come your way. It's always why aren't you like them, will he ever love me for who I am? At times I wonder does he have shame to call me his daughter? I have no male figure, the ones that I call family they all have let me down, go figure! To my daddy, he will never read this because I know this is not his interest.

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Jul 12, 2025

Jul 12, 2025 at 3:38 AM UTC

4daloveofyelhsa

To My Daddy

To love my dad is to never come with empty hands. To have a talk with my dad, is to set up a meeting, and don't forget to write it on his note pad. To hang out with my dad, is to call one day randomly and hope he includes you in his plans. I grew up without a dad I say this figuratively, because he was their financially, but never physically. People see the outside and say, "he's working hard for your future." If only they could walk in my shoes they'll see they had no clue. My dad compares me to all the women he ever lusted, and that's just weird to me. He would ask me, Why don't you wear make-up, you'll look prettier. Why don't you lose weight, more men will come your way. It's always why aren't you like them, will he ever love me for who I am? At times I wonder does he have shame to call me his daughter? I have no male figure, the ones that I call family they all have let me down, go figure! To my daddy, he will never read this because I know this is not his interest.

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I love my Narc, I call him dad or daddy. They say I am daddy’s girl; they say my daddy loves me more! As I grew older, I felt I must go to war just to get a few words. Time passes; can I still love my daddy? My heart hurts, I was once my daddy’s prize possession. Now I look in the mirror and cry, I feel like a bad decision. I am the first born, my daddy’s first girl. I know they tell him “You should call her”, but my daddy is a businessman he has no time for his daughter. As soon as my phone rings, I drop everything. “Hi daddy, I miss you! How have you been?” is what I say every time he calls. He never showed affection, so I always ask myself will I be lucky today, “Bye daddy, I love you!”, I just hear the phone call end. I'm in tears. Can you love a Narcissistic father? I do, it’s just harder

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May 22, 2025

May 22, 2025 at 4:58 AM UTC

4daloveofyelhsa

Can You Love a Narcissistic Father?

I love my Narc, I call him dad or daddy. They say I am daddy’s girl; they say my daddy loves me more! As I grew older, I felt I must go to war just to get a few words. Time passes; can I still love my daddy? My heart hurts, I was once my daddy’s prize possession. Now I look in the mirror and cry, I feel like a bad decision. I am the first born, my daddy’s first girl. I know they tell him “You should call her”, but my daddy is a businessman he has no time for his daughter. As soon as my phone rings, I drop everything. “Hi daddy, I miss you! How have you been?” is what I say every time he calls. He never showed affection, so I always ask myself will I be lucky today, “Bye daddy, I love you!”, I just hear the phone call end. I'm in tears. Can you love a Narcissistic father? I do, it’s just harder

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I am not a mother And for that reason, It wouldn't be fair for me to speak to the frustration you must feel having a child who just couldn't ever get it all together. I cannot remember the times as a baby where you consoled me without anger. I cannot fathom that there was a moment in my life where you held me and rocked me to sleep without feeling like I somehow owed you something. I cannot speak to how many nights you spent awake crying because I kept you awake and all you needed was just a few hours of sleep to keep going. I cannot recall these things, but I think, I hope, that you were the kind of mother back then, who did it all. I am not a mother I do not know the kind of disappointment that having a 29 year old child living at home must bring. I do not always get things right I do not always pull my weight and I don't pay your bills and I see the way you clench your fists and sigh everytime I have anything to say back about your demands. I am far from perfect I have caused so much pain over the years and believe me I know, I haven't made loving me very easy. But I am not YOUR mother. It is not my job to regulate your emotions. I am not obligated to take your side in every argument even when I know you are wrong. Because sometimes, you ARE wrong. I am your daughter I have tried my whole life to make you proud, to prove to you I am worthy of your love, even though I am no longer a "child". Sometimes it works You give me your love when it's easy. When I do something you can brag about to your friends. You love me when it's convenient, for YOU. Then again, a mother's love isn't supposed to be conditional The silent treatment only makes me fold further into my own skin. Your back handed comments about everything I don't do, and how I should be so grateful to have a roof over my head, only breeds more resentment and hurt inside of me. I know I am lucky I know that so many other families have it worse and that from the outside looking in, we are this perfect family. The thing is, no one is perfect, not even you I never expected you to be a perfect mother, a perfect mother does not exist. I expected you try. I expected you to teach me how to love myself before anyone else because I am deserving of it. I expected you to be there for me when things were falling apart, without judgement, or anger, or guilt. You never loved yourself either And my heart hurts to think about the stories of your childhood. Your own mother could never give you the love you deserved. But I NEEDED you to break the cycle I needed you to ask for help. I needed you to recognize that you have caused a lot of hurt for me too. I needed you to want to change. To this day, you've never gotten the treatment you so desperately needed I'm not saying this to be mean I'm saying this because none of us are immune to trauma and if it's not dealt with, the cycle continues. Unfortunately, I am now part of this cycle too I cannot help but think that if you had only gotten the help you needed when I was younger, I wouldn't need to be the one in treatment for trauma. I cannot help but wonder what our relationship could have been like today, had you faced your own demons and fought them, like the warrior I know you can be. But I know, I am not a mother. I am under your control. It is how you like it. How you need it to be. I am not a mother. I am silenced.

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Jun 23, 2023

Jun 23, 2023 at 9:27 PM UTC

Thingsillneversay

I am not a mother

I am not a mother And for that reason, It wouldn't be fair for me to speak to the frustration you must feel having a child who just couldn't ever get it all together. I cannot remember the times as a baby where you consoled me without anger. I cannot fathom that there was a moment in my life where you held me and rocked me to sleep without feeling like I somehow owed you something. I cannot speak to how many nights you spent awake crying because I kept you awake and all you needed was just a few hours of sleep to keep going. I cannot recall these things, but I think, I hope, that you were the kind of mother back then, who did it all. I am not a mother I do not know the kind of disappointment that having a 29 year old child living at home must bring. I do not always get things right I do not always pull my weight and I don't pay your bills and I see the way you clench your fists and sigh everytime I have anything to say back about your demands. I am far from perfect I have caused so much pain over the years and believe me I know, I haven't made loving me very easy. But I am not YOUR mother. It is not my job to regulate your emotions. I am not obligated to take your side in every argument even when I know you are wrong. Because sometimes, you ARE wrong. I am your daughter I have tried my whole life to make you proud, to prove to you I am worthy of your love, even though I am no longer a "child". Sometimes it works You give me your love when it's easy. When I do something you can brag about to your friends. You love me when it's convenient, for YOU. Then again, a mother's love isn't supposed to be conditional The silent treatment only makes me fold further into my own skin. Your back handed comments about everything I don't do, and how I should be so grateful to have a roof over my head, only breeds more resentment and hurt inside of me. I know I am lucky I know that so many other families have it worse and that from the outside looking in, we are this perfect family. The thing is, no one is perfect, not even you I never expected you to be a perfect mother, a perfect mother does not exist. I expected you try. I expected you to teach me how to love myself before anyone else because I am deserving of it. I expected you to be there for me when things were falling apart, without judgement, or anger, or guilt. You never loved yourself either And my heart hurts to think about the stories of your childhood. Your own mother could never give you the love you deserved. But I NEEDED you to break the cycle I needed you to ask for help. I needed you to recognize that you have caused a lot of hurt for me too. I needed you to want to change. To this day, you've never gotten the treatment you so desperately needed I'm not saying this to be mean I'm saying this because none of us are immune to trauma and if it's not dealt with, the cycle continues. Unfortunately, I am now part of this cycle too I cannot help but think that if you had only gotten the help you needed when I was younger, I wouldn't need to be the one in treatment for trauma. I cannot help but wonder what our relationship could have been like today, had you faced your own demons and fought them, like the warrior I know you can be. But I know, I am not a mother. I am under your control. It is how you like it. How you need it to be. I am not a mother. I am silenced.

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We are woven together - I cannot free myself No matter how many ties I cut

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Dec 28, 2021

Dec 28, 2021 at 9:11 PM UTC

falsation

Strings Attached

We are woven together - I cannot free myself No matter how many ties I cut

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Drain me, I love it. Plug into me, I recharged from the sun while you were gone. The light needs the darkness to see its own glow. Bite me, I love it. Love bites soothe my unhealed wounds, just enough, til next time.

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Mar 31, 2020

Mar 31, 2020 at 7:15 PM UTC

Amber

Giving into you

Drain me, I love it. Plug into me, I recharged from the sun while you were gone. The light needs the darkness to see its own glow. Bite me, I love it. Love bites soothe my unhealed wounds, just enough, til next time.

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I dreamt of us.. You squinted in the sun We walked in colourful flowers I lay down in the grass and you wove it into my hair..I saw us in the clouds growing old, my right arm laced through your left..time and time again, molding to fit each other.. Yellow orange and red, radiant joy You brushed falling flowers from my eyes as we looked at the sky..take my soul, it’s yours.. As I wake alone in cold darkness tear stains on my sleeping face.. Dreams slip away through my fingers, the silence aches as this angel falls and falls, falling into your hell, blonde hair painted black. All of my love is not enough to breathe the life back into you, I’m dying with you, barely warm, my nails are still painted in plum, as I’m erased from your memories you are still burned into my body, the super glue ties to my soul. We walk forever in fantasy fields of warm glowing light, was it all a dream..crashing back to reality still holding my crystal heart made of metal, resin and quartz, safe in my warm bleeding heart broken hand. Where is your hand?🖤

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Mar 30, 2020

Mar 30, 2020 at 5:58 AM UTC

Amber

Soul tie dreams

I dreamt of us.. You squinted in the sun We walked in colourful flowers I lay down in the grass and you wove it into my hair..I saw us in the clouds growing old, my right arm laced through your left..time and time again, molding to fit each other.. Yellow orange and red, radiant joy You brushed falling flowers from my eyes as we looked at the sky..take my soul, it’s yours.. As I wake alone in cold darkness tear stains on my sleeping face.. Dreams slip away through my fingers, the silence aches as this angel falls and falls, falling into your hell, blonde hair painted black. All of my love is not enough to breathe the life back into you, I’m dying with you, barely warm, my nails are still painted in plum, as I’m erased from your memories you are still burned into my body, the super glue ties to my soul. We walk forever in fantasy fields of warm glowing light, was it all a dream..crashing back to reality still holding my crystal heart made of metal, resin and quartz, safe in my warm bleeding heart broken hand. Where is your hand?🖤

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An older lady came to the pharmacy To pick up her oxycodone twenties, Her copay wasn't much money, Double counted a hundred twenty As close to me as you stand, I explained her doctor prescribed Narcan. In case of overdose, one spray up the nose Can save yourself or someone else. She twisted her face to me real funny, And said "What do you take me for a druggie?" She took the vial, left the spray As I waved with a have a nice day. She felt accused by me, in a huff, Threw the pills up in her cabinet. As fate would have it, her granddaughter Came over and spotted the bottle with red cap. Imagining the high if she could get that, Imagining the euphoria as she stole that. Sneaking off into the bathroom Downing tap, she consumed a few. Something wasn't right, her breath felt light, Disoriented trying to read the label, Hands shaking, feeling her body dive, She saw the number twenty, thinking they were fives. Unresponsive, her grandmother runs in With the sound of a heavy crash, She waits for paramedics who arrive at last. Only to announce, nothing to be saved Now she digs a grave for pride over a nasal spray.

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Feb 25, 2020

Feb 25, 2020 at 11:57 PM UTC

ryan-maroni

Narc

An older lady came to the pharmacy To pick up her oxycodone twenties, Her copay wasn't much money, Double counted a hundred twenty As close to me as you stand, I explained her doctor prescribed Narcan. In case of overdose, one spray up the nose Can save yourself or someone else. She twisted her face to me real funny, And said "What do you take me for a druggie?" She took the vial, left the spray As I waved with a have a nice day. She felt accused by me, in a huff, Threw the pills up in her cabinet. As fate would have it, her granddaughter Came over and spotted the bottle with red cap. Imagining the high if she could get that, Imagining the euphoria as she stole that. Sneaking off into the bathroom Downing tap, she consumed a few. Something wasn't right, her breath felt light, Disoriented trying to read the label, Hands shaking, feeling her body dive, She saw the number twenty, thinking they were fives. Unresponsive, her grandmother runs in With the sound of a heavy crash, She waits for paramedics who arrive at last. Only to announce, nothing to be saved Now she digs a grave for pride over a nasal spray.

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I thought I could save you from the your own demons That lingered behind those empty eyes But if I knew then what I know now I should have ran and never looked back As everything felt wrong right from the start The love bomb The mind games The death stares All those were red flags! But I lied to myself I lied to myself that me and you were destined I lied to myself That you were the chosen one, yang to my yin I lied to myself That you were my mirror and I was staring at my reflection But you were just a mirage Putting up a charade while you mimicked me Took down my walls and entrance gain I was so lost then but now I'm found If you ask me I know better now As for you, you'll never find what you're looking for No amount of love on this earthplane can rescue your fallen soul back to light For you need no saving, all you're after is your next source of energy, a chain of supply is what your ego craves. Just know you can hide but never ran Your Mr nice guy masks will soon fall off Everything will lay bare and that void within will show ©Sonia Ettyang

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Dec 3, 2018

Dec 3, 2018 at 12:36 AM UTC

Soniathesoulfulsistar

Mirage

I thought I could save you from the your own demons That lingered behind those empty eyes But if I knew then what I know now I should have ran and never looked back As everything felt wrong right from the start The love bomb The mind games The death stares All those were red flags! But I lied to myself I lied to myself that me and you were destined I lied to myself That you were the chosen one, yang to my yin I lied to myself That you were my mirror and I was staring at my reflection But you were just a mirage Putting up a charade while you mimicked me Took down my walls and entrance gain I was so lost then but now I'm found If you ask me I know better now As for you, you'll never find what you're looking for No amount of love on this earthplane can rescue your fallen soul back to light For you need no saving, all you're after is your next source of energy, a chain of supply is what your ego craves. Just know you can hide but never ran Your Mr nice guy masks will soon fall off Everything will lay bare and that void within will show ©Sonia Ettyang

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******* barking and let me in, Check the form, I wreak of sin, Where's your Master, the man in red, Tell him I'm here, I'm finally dead, Those ******* people and their lies, so full of **** I do despise, I couldn't take it anymore. My body, I've left it on the floor, Well, what's left is no good, It's all covered in blood and how do I feel? I feel ******* good! They smiled at my eyes and lied to my ears, They think I don't know, I've known it for years, I wrote them a note and sealed it away, That note is still here to this very day. ****** poetry by Kaydee.

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Dec 18, 2017

Dec 18, 2017 at 5:24 PM UTC

SazKells

The Torment, the Death & the Prophecy.

******* barking and let me in, Check the form, I wreak of sin, Where's your Master, the man in red, Tell him I'm here, I'm finally dead, Those ******* people and their lies, so full of **** I do despise, I couldn't take it anymore. My body, I've left it on the floor, Well, what's left is no good, It's all covered in blood and how do I feel? I feel ******* good! They smiled at my eyes and lied to my ears, They think I don't know, I've known it for years, I wrote them a note and sealed it away, That note is still here to this very day. ****** poetry by Kaydee.

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I wanted to explore your Universe But all I got was a black hole

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May 27, 2018

May 27, 2018 at 1:21 PM UTC