I See Through You

Ha Ha!

Look at the fumbling narcissist

who thinks of himself as a condescending lyricist!

Those words

you spit in my face

are no longer acid to my insecure skin.

You poor thing. What a victim!

Oh, I’m such the bad guy again, aren’t I? Pfft!

The predictability of your type is well known to me, and

I am tired of being the bigger person sometimes.

And right now,

as you grace this afternoon in all your arrogant, critical flight,

I believe I will make you a well-deserved cup of tea.

It’s just how you like it, dear.

It’s exactly what you serve to me every single damn day.

I’ve never permitted myself to stoop so low,

by using your cruel and psychological tactics back onto you,

but I really must admit,

that for one shining minute,

one fabulously vengeful second,

I felt so courageous.

Empowered. Liberated.

A moment of pride burst in me for facing my fears,

finding my voice,

and standing up for myself!

I took the punch of a risk

in going to battle with a narcissist,

and I won.

(and, yes, I meant it!)