He And I

He And I short poem

He and I

(a subtle amateur attempt at understanding Narcissism)

He loved himself

and I loved him

He believed he was superior

and I was happy to be his shadow

He wanted all the attention

and I always showered it in plenty

He never did empathize

and I cared all the time

He never could handle criticism

and I was always criticized

He smiled I smiled

And I pained alone

He said ” My way or highway”

and I gave him all the leeway

His world revolved around himself

and My world revolved around him

He seemed levelheaded till I began to reason

and I, then was illogical and it was the end of A Season.

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ammu sachariah
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interesting to read.

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