The Narcissist
Attention is the oxygen that feeds this phobic mind
Abandonment is death to them, they won’t respond in kind
Ignore them at your peril, adore, or see their wrath
Their self is false and hollow, they’re only worth is death!
You’re adoration gives them life, dependent on approval
They’ll laugh at you, but not themselves, their temperament is cruel
He’ll goad, and taunt, and torture you, they’ll take you to the brink
It’s me, I’m mad and paranoid, that’s what they’ll make you think.
And, if you dare reject them, they try to rip you down
They cannot stand to be the butt, or lose their bogus crown
Their ego is but all they are, and you supply the rest
They look to you for solvency, will suck you’re dying breath!
MM The Celebrant 