Dear Narcissist,
I saw you coming, from a mile away. I knew what you were.
I knew what you were capable of.
Everything you do is so very predictable.
Just as I know you're reading this.
You cant help yourself. You're obsessed.
You are insignificant, a blip of the past, you no longer exist. Forgotten.
I see everything that you are not and everything you will never be.
You are hollow, empty, and cold inside.
A chameleon. Constantly shifting, changing, preparing for your next facade.
What is it like to look in the mirror and see everything you're not?
Oh, to be so envious of all that are beautiful, talented, empathic, compassionate, and loved.
How unfortunate for you, you will never be any of those thin
What’s it like to loathe your own self?
It is sad your upbringing created this monster in you.
Even sadder...Nothing can fix you.
All you will ever know is manipulation, control, and draining the life from and ultimately destroying those around you.
You're a sad pathetic loser.
You are the true definition of evil
One thing about evil, though... it eventually grows old, fades away, and dies, unloved and alone…
Your greatest fear.
~ S. Smith
