Narcissistic Male

Narcissistic Male

You want the universe given to you in the palm of your hand. Narcissistic male with no intentions of understanding his goal or distinction in the master plan. You want so much resolvement to be determined by me, yet I have no answers to what you seek.

You find pleasure in running around; circling the universe looking for any person’s ego to burse; yet you always found comfort in afflicting your pain in my fragile world; you’re nothing more than a narcissistic male with the ability to destroy everyone’s dreams and hope for your own pleasure, of course.

Fabricated truth is what your life is called; always running away from your dreams in search of gaining some sort of power of acceptance or trying to rewriting other people’s beliefs. But you don’t even understand the truth you try to preach. You get caught up in the words you speak. And forget how one word can destroy a life, a feeling or even a passion that others may believe. But being a person who can not stop insisting, you of course can not determine when you’ve hurt another. For this is why your narcissistic ways, will always be a signal for others to stay away.

You’re determined to draw them into your universe, emulating your powerless words. You want them to put you on a pedestal, and pray to you as you look down upon them. You want to play ALL MIGHTY GOD, in the world you’ve created. Narcissistic games you’ve dreamt up and can’t stop playing.

You’ve never had a single person call you out for who you really are; every time someone gets close to your tarnished heart; you run back to the center of your pathetic non circulating universe. You urn for acceptance in this world who has branded you and you’re careless acts towards others. For this, you will remain, in stand off with humanity.

A sorry, small pathetic male with no comprehension of the world you live in. Open your eyes and stop stroking your ego and you might just get a small glimpse of what the outside world see of you. But knowing how you live for the game, the excitement and joy you really love to bring, to invade your world, slowly draw them in without knowing anything else except how to keep your ego lite; and when or where to polish and gloat, stroking, and lurking, and moving about.

What’s that? You ask so dear? Yes, indeed, it’s the world you can not invade, it’s the one’s who see your game; all the people who know how you truly are; sitting and laughing at your want-a-be world.


Karma’s a bitch!

PKS 2008 ©