(or Ode to Narcissists)


I may be small

I may be meek

But my boundaries

I shall keep

You can push

All you like

To my boundaries 

I will hold tight

You can yell

and you can shout

Jump up and down

and flail about

You can even

Pretend to cry

False tears are tricks

and I know why

Toxic people

need control

and they feed 

on human soul

They have no heart

On ours they feast


Is this beast

Hurting others

Is their game

Cruel puppeteers

Delight in pain