God's Unwanted
God’s unwanted, you said over and over to me.
Why? I came from a good family.
I was good-looking, slim, always dressed nice.
You, the narcissist, broke my confidence into shreds.
Why, God knows, the. after you—still broken—
I fell for the same kind of wicked man.
Yes, another narcissist.
He finished the job you started.
So trust, hurt, pain will choose whichever road I take,
For my mind was brainwashed by not one, but two deceitful,
Inhuman, horrible men with no hearts—
Just the need to control, use, and belittle.
Two people unable to be loved or give love.
The narcissists.
You both are what makes you two predictable,
Horrible, selfish iron men with no hearts
And a brain made to ruin honest, loving hearts.
Well, both are gone now.
But payback for both will happen one day, you’ll see.
But from these ashes, I will still try rise anew,
Stronger than the shadows that once held me in hell.
A heart once fractured, now, ready to fight
To reclaim my dignity, ready to rise like a phoenix
I will win the battle, that I try so hard to get right
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
Narcissistic people see themselves as powerful. I wish they could just open up their eyes! Love this! 💌
Good work, but one always be careful if you are around these narcissistic people. Remember they are only out for themselves even if they seem to help in some way,