The Narcissist

The Narcissist

The narcissist sleeps cozy,

with his wife at night.

He thinks he is rid of me—

oh, that’s not right.

He lied to two women,

only one of us knows.

The longer his silence,

my anger just grows.

One day, I will pay back,

with pride,

just to hurt,

and from under the carpet,

will fall out his dirt.

Kept me a secret—

over 20 years,

soon like a nightmare,

I will rekindle his fears.

He put me down,

every chance he got,

laughed at hurting me—

wicked to the core.

But one day, he will face me,

when I knock on his door.

So here’s to my revenge,

it will come when I please,

till then, my curse haunts you

with the whispering breeze.

Sleep well, my dear abuser,

by the way, I’ve mended my heart,

but you will never forget me,

till death do us part.