He’s always wearing a smile
An open door into his world
As if a white flag is unfurled
He hopes that you’ll stay a while
His words come in perfect measure
Offers you the last biscuit of the pack
Yet he’ll whisper behind your back
That you only bring him displeasure
He’s a dark empath; it is clear
With two faces, only one is for show
A narcissist from head to toe
Every word uttered is insincere
Once uncovered, he mounts an attack
To satisfy his ego and to explain
To the few of his friends who remain
That he will never ever turn back
Once his last friend disappears
He’ll claim it’s everyone’s fault
Now there’s none left to hear the result
The mirror’s been cracked all these years
Shared with GloPoWriMo 2026 – Day 5:
write a poem in which you talk about disliking something
While the dislike of a narcissist is not surprising, it often is to others who haven’t yet seen through the facade.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
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