Read Poem: Double Minded, by Tanasha Friar

What do they call them?
Narcissists, that’s right
So covert they
Hide in plain sight.
Prowling for the next mark
Strategically with charm and no bark.
Parading the gas-lighting moves for all to see…
“Look, look, look, at me.”
Seeking approval, affirmation and praise,
While in the corner, their victim is in a daze.
Once they steal, kill, or try to destroy
The one that once brought them joy,
They’ve used, bruised and abused,
Then toss out like a chewed up toy.
But, before that, they flip flop and begin
The smear campaign
The classic flaw, that reveals
The thoughts of a person, insane.
Lack of sympathy, show no empathy
But, enjoys being the point of pain.
Some “Narcs” know what they do
Some don’t have a clue.
Unstable on the board game
They vow to NEVER lose.
Constantly blaming others
Selfishly expressing their druthers.
Once the mask is discovered…
Take heed, because they’ll make you suffer.

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