To be in their own little world people of the narcissus trait
Wallow in self pity and try to attract attention, straight
From the lower depths where feelings cannot exist.
The emptiness of such a person is filled with fantasies
They go looking for their prey for their odd practices.
They look for the vulnerable and people of low self-esteem
Overwhelm them, make promises and become Mr Charming
they ensnare the innocent to become their latest victim.
With smile on face and words of trickery they are rewarded
With the money, sex and adulation they obsessively covet.
They say over and over to their victim “I love you” even though
The only person they are capable of loving is themselves.
They can not love- they do not love - they have no capacity
For loving another human being – even their parents they despise
They become angry and childlike when a parent meets their demise.
They can not grieve – for they do not know how to so they copy
What other people do to give the appearance that they are upset.
They do this to attract attention to themselves and away
from the deceased showing again their complete lack of feelings,
the trait of narcissus is a danger to the unwary who have feelings.
Out of earshot and away from the presence of their victims
The possessor of the narcissus trait laughs about his girlfriends
Behind their backs – he delights in denigrating them to pieces,
He says they are pathetic, not of any real worth, in the end
He jokes with his friends about how he treats women he beds,
Lying is like breathing to such people – he feels it is essential.
When he tires of his victim he goes cold becomes more hurtful.
Nothing in his locker would make him the most popular person
So he invents a persona of charm and persuasive arguments,
To capture another unwary innocent and then controls them.
Such a person is to be avoided at all costs and for sanity;
Once they have their hooks in you it will be for eternity.
They have no wish to let go of anyone they try to possess,
No matter how many times a victim tells them to go away
They will not – for they think the victim wants it this way.
Time and time again such a person of narcissist character
will maintain contact no matter the victim says they never
want to see them again or want to go back to them again.
Any contact for the narcissist is gratification in and of itself,
Because they feel self-important contact is all they want.
Pity then the victim convinced such a person can change,
They can’t like the leopard’s spots, they won’t it is strange,
But they don’t want to change, they are not doing wrong
In their own eyes – there is nothing wrong, they are convinced
Their bad behaviour is what their victim really wants of them.
Be wary of the holder of the narcissus, they lie about everything
They will say anything to keep their victim hooked like an addict
They will go along with the idea of getting treatment to keep hold
Of their victim, they can convince anyone they mean to change
But deep inside there is no real desire it is unnecessary to them.
Picture the victim who through being too kind waits for change,
In reality, they have a very long wait because it will not happen,
A victim is wasting their time, their life; their chance of happiness.
Remember, no one can fix a person who does not feel they need fixing,
You can’t metamorphose a narcissist, it is a hard and real fact of life.
Like the Dali painting of the metamorphosis of narcissus
The portrayal of the egg held in hand and the head bowed down
represents the closeness desired by the abused and the abuser,
but the desire is toxic in the abuser and the abused finds out
in the grossest way that can be possible between two people.
The hurt and pain mixed with a deep love of the narcissist
Will remain with the victim all the time there is contact,
The narcissist knows that and will exploit it to the full
They know their victim can not help it so they will fool
Their prey into thinking one day they will be different.
There is nothing to be gained whilst in a trauma bond
Only a mixed-up mind, hurt in the heart and heaviness
That the victim carries around in the forlorn hope of love,
There is no love in the narcissist only deep self-love
Impenetrable, unreasonable and full of obsessiveness.
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Author:
Pete the Poet (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: July 28th, 2025 16:17
- Comment from author about the poem: Painting by Salvador Dali, Metamorphosis of Narcissus
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Comments1
Narcissism a sad disorder. We all have some but those that have a disproportionate amount are never satisfied. A most interesting write
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