The Self-Admiring One

In the halls of vanity, the narcissist reigns,

A creature of ego, whose pride knows no bounds.

He gazes in mirrors, and with self-love, he feigns,

His soulless eyes reflecting his heart’s empty sounds.

He worships himself, his image and his fame,

And feeds on the adoration of those who surround.

He basks in the glow of his own inner flame,

And revels in the echo of his self-made sound.

His obsession with self is a bottomless pit,

And he’s blind to the feelings of those he employs.

For to him, their existence is merely a skit,

In the grand performance of his self-obsessed joys.

He’s a master of manipulation and charm,

And his charisma can deceive the best of minds.

He preys on the vulnerable, causing great harm,

And leaves behind a trail of broken hearts and minds.

His narcissistic supply is the air that he breathes,

And he’ll do anything to ensure it’s not lost.

For without it, he crumbles and eventually grieves,

As he’s left to ponder his own endless cost.

He’ll build an empire of wealth and esteem,

And demand the respect of all those he meets.

But his self-worth is a fragile and shallow dream,

And his innermost fears he can never defeat.

For the true measure of a man is his heart,

And not the wealth or power that he may hold.

And in the end, the narcissist will depart,

Leaving behind a legacy of emptiness and cold.

So beware of the narcissist’s false light,

For its glow can blind you to the truth.

And always remember that what is right,

Is not always what seems to be in plain sight.