Being Worked By A Narcissist

I talked to my therapist about you

how it all went down

and how it all went wrong.

The promises you made to someone so vulnerable,

how you knew

and you never cared.

It was power,

it was convenience,

and it was in the moment.

I talked to my therapist

they said you were the adult

and you knew

how to get away with the abuse.

People called me your shadow

but if only they knew the darkness when being with you was like

they wouldn't look at you the same.

And then my therapist talked to me

opened my eyes to the reality

of being abused by a narcissist.

I hear your voice in my anger

telling me I am the problem.

I hear your voice in my hurt

telling me I need to be better.

Trying my best to fight the monster

you put in my head

in the image of you.

I took bandages to cover the wounds

created by you

but the blood of the hurt caused

always seeped through.

I surgically removed you from my life,

my body,

my world

in hopes soon that wound can heal,

I can find a new normal in this world,

know who I am,

who I want to be,

is everything that you are not.