The Narcissist

I think I am a narcissist,

I have all I'd wish to know,

I have love, and I have joy,

And still the wanting grows.

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Praise dangles sweet from fingertips,

I bite their knuckles red,

Grin up at them with bloodstained teeth,

Laugh. "Is that all I get?"

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Love waits patient by my bedside,

Full of smiles and kind brown eyes,

But I snap and snarl and demand it come closer,

Till Love threatens to leave out of spite.

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My self-obsession preens and twirls around,

It hides in the jokes that I sneer.

I swagger and banter and grin like a character,

Till eyes roll, and friends disappear.

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Oh I feel a fucking feral thing,

It crawls inside of me,

Bless my hate and bless my heart,

Want cracks out of what I bleed.

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There's gluttony too, this sinful beast,

More and more, it cries,

I mash it back into its cage,

But it whispers lies at night.

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I think that I need everyone,

And everything, all of the time,

I was told that life should be shared with others,

But I've laughed and named it as mine.

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I want a world, I want to be Earth,

I want to adorn the seas and the skies,

To be majesties so strange and breathtaking,

People have to stop and admire the sight.

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My soul trembles, it begs and threatens,

My heart's a savage, selfish thing,

To all of the angels, up in Heaven,

Let it be MY praises you sing.

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I suppose I need proof that I exist,

And there's a reason that I was put here,

Else you might realize my want hides my self-loathing,

And know I'm a narcissist only out of fear.