Contrary Survival Mechanisms

The narc can-not show who they really are,

or else their egregious mask would split –

the poisonous vitriol smatter far,

ignorant of all sides, will not submit.

The empath’s pain transforms to compassion,

The narc, a pernicious, mirror-gazer,

Dost thou mirror crack, when thou stares nightly,

Hast a faulty cognitive ‘apprais-er’?

A psych-trauma bond exists from childhood

Suffering manifests diff-er-ent-ly,

Pain internalised and monstrous bile erupts

Infecting all souls who cross thy domain,

An empath’s goals to change them, futile hopes,

The narc bullies, gaslights, as if a game.

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Quick note: I chose to write ten syallables each line, with each second line rhyming, two parts I believe of the original sonnet form, yet I’m not sure the message is clear, as I did not get to include all the ideas I had due to the lines being so short. Also the third stanza doesn’t rhyme as I ran out of time. My first ‘sonnet’, so an experiment and work in progress. 😀

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