#narcissistic - Hello Poetry

You dismissed evolution when the animal learns to bite to survive, you only care when it bites you. My mother calls me selfish with tears in her eyes. All I can think about is when they locked me out barefoot in the snow for crying as a child, with the coyotes of northern Virginia. And how the animals didn’t harm me, but instead looked back at me with tears in their own eyes. Because we were both subjected to the cold of our livelihoods that taught us to fend to protect ourselves, even if we were both born with what others saw as a fur coat to never feel the ice. Only the coyotes was made of fur, yours was made of the stability they gave you. How could you be cold when others could see what you had? To them you had a coat on, It didn’t matter if it you could actually feel it or not. We both learned to fight for our food, both demonized for it by the same reason we fought for it in the first place. You hunt for your food once. You hunt for it twice. You hunt for your food three times. Until your natural instinct is to hunt, and to hurt. Although you weren’t born to hunt, you weren’t born an animal. You were made into one. Forced to hurt for your food because they didn’t want to feed you. They try to feed you now, and you bite them. They’ll wonder why, they’ll tell you that you shouldn’t. You don’t bite the hand that feeds you. But they never did. You fed yourself. You protected yourself. You comforted yourself. The only person there for yourself was you. You were made into the animal, now when they try to be there for you, you bite. They’ll call you violent. “Petty” “Abusive” “Selfish”. But they don’t care that you were taught to bite. They only care because you bit them. Because the mark from your bite was proof they made you this way.

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May 22

May 22, 2026 at 7:45 PM UTC

SeventhGradeBathroom

Forced to hunt. Now hate your bite.

You dismissed evolution when the animal learns to bite to survive, you only care when it bites you. My mother calls me selfish with tears in her eyes. All I can think about is when they locked me out barefoot in the snow for crying as a child, with the coyotes of northern Virginia. And how the animals didn’t harm me, but instead looked back at me with tears in their own eyes. Because we were both subjected to the cold of our livelihoods that taught us to fend to protect ourselves, even if we were both born with what others saw as a fur coat to never feel the ice. Only the coyotes was made of fur, yours was made of the stability they gave you. How could you be cold when others could see what you had? To them you had a coat on, It didn’t matter if it you could actually feel it or not. We both learned to fight for our food, both demonized for it by the same reason we fought for it in the first place. You hunt for your food once. You hunt for it twice. You hunt for your food three times. Until your natural instinct is to hunt, and to hurt. Although you weren’t born to hunt, you weren’t born an animal. You were made into one. Forced to hurt for your food because they didn’t want to feed you. They try to feed you now, and you bite them. They’ll wonder why, they’ll tell you that you shouldn’t. You don’t bite the hand that feeds you. But they never did. You fed yourself. You protected yourself. You comforted yourself. The only person there for yourself was you. You were made into the animal, now when they try to be there for you, you bite. They’ll call you violent. “Petty” “Abusive” “Selfish”. But they don’t care that you were taught to bite. They only care because you bit them. Because the mark from your bite was proof they made you this way.