Wailing crying tones ring out
In the darkness of those of self doubt
Who’s narcissistic ways seem to shout
Through their attempts to control
But those of us who see through them know
The torment of their suffering swells
Like the ringing of a mass of church bells
As they begin to lose their grip
And those who they stifle start to rip
Apart their facade and refuse to take their shit
And break away and seize life deciding to live it
Narcissism is a toxic disease and is so ugly
You’ll fester in its acid realm of self pity.
fauxcroft 
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