Narcissistically Pathetic

You look in the mirror and see a God,

Perfection to the core—no mistakes. Once you stop looking, it always yourself that you hate.

So you lie your way in, big talks of self-care and love.

Even mention personal powers from above.

All from a false prophet, you told lies.

Or maybe you couldn’t handle the souls’ tie.

Confused and dazed, you blow up my phone like we’re in the 8th grade.

”I’m grown!”

”I’m grown!”

Cries of a tantrum!

Honey, just say you never wanted to listen.

Mature I am and you’re not, what level are you on?

Seems like you can’t handle correction or rejection so your arms steady flock on.

What a duck!

Should I tell your godfather that you called me a “stupid f*ck”? Like a child, you run your mouth out of anger.

A big baby—I’m in no danger.

Stop screaming your age like that will open my ears and make me bow down.

Lemme fix myself up—you must think I move like a clown. Ready to murk a motherf*cker—try it again, b*tch!

Maybe you need a visit from some guests who are quick with it...