Born of a narcissist,
Riddled with fleas,
That eat at your heart,
With a consummate ease,
No empathy, love,
Or intention to care,
They punish your soul,
Til it’s too much to bear.
Born of a narcissist,
Riddled with fleas,
From baby to toddler,
I never could please,
A childhood of innocence,
Damaged by spite,
Invisible, crushed,
I could never do right.
Born of a narcissist,
Riddled with fleas,
No sign of my father,
He hid from her freeze,
Shunned by the brothers,
Supposed to protect,
So close to abuse,
It was clearly neglect.
Born of a narcissist,
Riddled with fleas,
Bullied, tormented,
Life wasn’t a breeze,
Never respected,
Nor valued, nor free,
To do what I wanted,
To ever be me.
Born of a narcissist,
Riddled with fleas,
Never did learn of,
Them birds or them bees,
Tossed into life,
Like a startled gazelle,
Relationships doomed,
From the start it was hell.
Born of a narcissist,
Riddled with fleas,
Still caught in the lap,
Of her wretched disease,
I now am a woman,
But I feel like a girl,
Still caught by the rage,
Of her vacuous swirl.
Born of a narcissist,
And so it goes,
Walking on shells,
By the tips of my toes,
Fighting for freedom,
No longer to please,
Born of a narcissist,
Shedding your fleas.
© The Complicated Bunny – 21 Feb 2021
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