Paul Howells

Rose Tinted Narcissist 🎭

Different stories,
On different sides.
No more secrets,
Only lies.

Some just wallow,
Until they die.
Me?
I’d rather face it,
Than live a lie.

Just in pieces,
Your brew is thick,
Spoon fed narcissism,
You make me sick.

Nothing changes,
And neither do you.
Play your violin,
Beg and choose.

So you just sit there,
And just summarise,
Pick fault with all those,
That you despise.

You push away life,
That comes as no surprise.
And all that’s passed you,
With their goodbyes.

Your life it hangs,
Festers and waits.
What more do you want?
For goodness sake.

I look and check in,
With my “rose tinted specs”.
And see your wallowed words,
Written with no self respect

You speak ill of all others,
And speak ill of the dead.
Your words they just cut,
And I’d rather forget.

So as I’ve moved on,
Moving on from your lies.
My life is my challenge,
As I roll the dice.

Paul Howells

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