If a Narcissist Told the Truth (A Poem) Do not fall in love with people like me. This isn't a plea for sympathy or a hollow confession. It's a stark warning, a glimpse into the chaos that resides within. I am a narcissist, acutely aware of the damage I inflict and the inevitable pain I bring. I am a ticking time bomb, waiting to go off. My life began with needs unmet, with a void that grew from neglect and emotional absence. The mother wound is a cavernous space within me, consuming any light that tries to enter. In its depths, I crafted an armor of charm and grandiosity. Narcissistic Personality Disorder is the label, but to me, it’s survival, a method to cope with a world that feels perpetually hostile. My existence is a carefully constructed illusion, a fortress built on lies and self-delusion. To admit vulnerability would be to confront an unbearable chasm of inadequacy and fear. So, I fortify my reality with grandiosity and denial. This kingdom of falsehoods is all I have ...
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