THE NARCISSIST

Andy Hunter

He climbs out of his car.
Admires his reflection.
Intoxicated by 
His self perceived perfection.
He tells himself he's number one.
Says he's entitled to his fun.
He never wants to pay his way.
When he's asked he walks away.
Accepts no responsibility.
Just tells himself he must be free.
Says self preservation must be his rule.
Believes he's a winner and thinks he's cool.
But he's a legend inside his tiny mind.
Because sadly one day he will find 
He's on his own - his friends are gone.
And he won't understand where he went wrong.

  • Author: Andy Hunter (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 16th, 2021 11:02
  • Comment from author about the poem: Been watching too much reality tv I'm afraid
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 34
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments7

  • Caring dove

    They are difficult to deal with ... Iā€™m sure ...

    • Andy Hunter

      You're correct, I once had a boss like this. Not a nice person. Thanks šŸ‘

    • aznsupastarr

      Perfectly said. Well done.

    • Andy Hunter

      Thank you šŸ’— I am sure we have all met someone like this and either pitied or tried to avoid them.

    • Trenz Pruca

      Haha, good poem. Great image of the character type. I enjoyed reading it and speaking it out loud. It made me smile.

    • Goldfinch60

      Strangely I have two friends who are going through this problem with there partners.

      Andy

    • L. B. Mek

      'Intoxicated by
      His self perceived perfection.'
      'Believes he's a winner and thinks he's cool.
      But he's (Only) a legend inside his tiny mind.'
      these words, dear Poet
      represent threads to that nightmare reflection
      I flinch - from, every morning...
      I just hope, that one day
      they'll be a mirage, reflection: of me
      than that shudderingly - bleak, reality...
      wonderfully succinct wording, insightful poetry
      thanks for sharing

    • Andy Hunter

      Images can reflect dreams or nightmares. Thanks for your kind comments.



    To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.