
I’ll acknowledge my flaws
But not yours that you
Disguise as mine
❀
I’ll lay down my weapons
I’ll even pretend I believe
You’ve disarmed yourself too
But I won’t give you
The satisfaction of
Agreeing that you
Did so first
(I know about the
Poison in your pocket)
❀
You can try telling
The world you’re innocent
But you’re really just attempting
To convince yourself
(Is it working?)
❀
You may be able to
Play people like
Puppets on a string
But the truth is not
So easily mouldable
❀
You can bury it
As deeply as you want
But it will never rot like
Your morals have
❀
You can cover it
In however much paint
You wish but
It will always end up
The colour of your
Guilt
(Red)
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The Rest of the Series
(Does not need to be read in chronological order)
P.S. I think Part X will be the finale :)
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Comments (11)
I don't know how many of these I've read, but each one keeps getting better. You truly are the poet.
Another dark piece! This read beautifully 😍
Impressive work, Poppy! I loved how each stanza ended with it's own punch at the end. So thought-provoking and powerful!
Well done! To explore the difference between appearance and substance we must put down the mirror. Maybe even break it and risk incurring that fabled seven years of bad luck! An unlucky seven years was worth escaping the mirror from my point of view, but a lot of folks have trouble walking away from the shadow play.
These really are very good.
Your ending is the absolute gem in this !!! Super powerful!!!! ✨❤️🙏
great poem
Well written!
Ah the joys of relationship gaslighting. Being expected to take on someone else's faults as our own. Very psychologically astute, and a beautiful poem!
Oooo, my favourite colour is red but I've always associated it with love, blood, revenge and anger but never guilt. This made me see things from a different perspective! Loved your poem!
I think I've figured out who this is--in my life, that is. I have no idea who your narcissist is. But I'm enjoying reading about them.