The Self Loathing Narcissist

When your heart aches,

With the pain of guilt;

When tears ebb and flow,

Streams of fire and water,

And then ultimately dry out.

When the lump in the throat,

Doesn’t let words to be uttered.

When you reach the epitome of self loathe,

When your reflection scoffs and scorns at you,

Mouthing abuses, making faces.

Then you know,

That your life,

Is crumbling to pieces,

And there , she was born,

The self loathing narcissist.

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