The Reality Tender
A poem about narcissistic abuse
The reality tender
A master of illusions
Skilled mind-bender
Serving his delusions
An evil puppeteer
Projects his pain and fear
Fogs up mirrors with smoke
Sniffs for wounds to poke
Littered with bad intentions
Dishonorable mentions
Harsh words repeat like a song
Suddenly everything is wrong
What you see, what you hear, who you are
Boundaries pushed so far
Systematically he takes control
Rapes your very soul
He takes
And breaks
All that you hold dear
Wears you down
With a calculated smear
As he struts around
Creating mayhem and confusion
While you wither in seclusion
Alone and broken
No words left unspoken
Yet he does not hear
Nor feel
Nothing is clear
Life becomes bleak and surreal
I no longer know who I am
Where I stand
How to be
In this grim new reality
Poisoned, he runs through my mind
I grapple to find
What’s left of my health
A semblance of self
Withdrawal is harsh
While leaving this farce
Yet upon facing these closing doors
Your reality is once again yours
About the Creator
Bridget Vaughn
Bridget Vaughn is a Freelance Writer and a Yoga Teacher with a passion for creating meaningful heartfelt content.
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