A Poem About A Narcissist

 In a world of mirrors, behold the narcissist,

A figure consumed by their own ego, a twist.

They dance in the spotlight, craving admiration,

But beneath the surface lies a hollow foundation.

Their eyes, mirrors of self-obsession,

Reflecting their image with no discretion.

Every word and action, a calculated display,

To feed their insatiable need for praise each day.

Their charm, a weapon, beguiling and seductive,

Drawing others in, their motives obstructive.

They weave tales of grandeur, their achievements vast,

But truth be told, their accomplishments won't last.

Their empathy, a mere illusion to behold,

For the narcissist's heart, as cold as winter's cold.

They use and discard, leaving hearts shattered,

Their pursuit of self-interest, nothing else mattered.

Yet, beneath their mask of arrogance and pride,

Lies a fragile soul, wounded deep inside.

In their quest for validation and self-worth,

They lose touch with humanity and its true birth.

For the narcissist's journey is a lonely one,

An endless pursuit, never truly won.

Their hunger for adoration, a bottomless pit,

Leaving them empty, lost in their self-inflicted wit.

Oh, narcissist, trapped in your self-created maze,

Break free from the shackles of your ego's haze.

Find solace in genuine connections and care,

For true fulfillment lies in the love we share.

Let humility replace your inflated pride,

And see the beauty in others by your side.

Embrace the richness of authentic affection,

And break free from the chains of self-reflection.

For in the end, the greatest wealth to gain,

Is not found in self-glory or personal reign.

It's the love we give, the lives we touch,

That truly defines us and matters much.

Nadia Nizam