The Covert Narcissist
poem/letter to a narcissist family member

"Come look, come look!
She's actually doing chores!
Are you sick or do you need money?
Why else would you be doing this for?"
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Why do you do this to me?
Is it fun for you?
Do you think treating me like this
Will get any more favors for you?
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I do this 'cause I'm trying to do better,
But apparently that's not fucking enough.
My efforts are laughed off when I try,
So why the hell should I even show up?
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Why the hell should I get out of bed
When you're just waiting to ambush me,
To make me feel like I'm the one
Who's acting so immaturely?
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I grew up walking on eggshells around you,
Never knowing if I would step on broken glass.
My very appearance was an affront to you,
And you punished me for going against your plans.
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Your plans for a righteous, thin, obedient daughter,
Your plans for a therapist, cleaner, replacement mother.
I refuse to be to an extension of your narcissistic fervor,
Your need for comfort comes first over people who suffer.
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The world does not revolve around you!
I am not in orbit around your giant ego!
I am done taking your endless abuse,
The insults you fire under guise of "jokes."
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"It's just a joke.
I was just joking.
You're too sensitive.
I can't even talk to you anymore."
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Let me tell you something,
You are really going to hate.
If I ever move out of this house,
I'm likely never coming back again.
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So, the ball's in your court,
And this is your penalty shot.
Because if you don't shape up and score,
I'm cutting you off and that's your lot.
About the Creator
CT Idlehouse
I write stories and articles. Sometimes they're good.



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