I’m not much of a poet, but I find that my anxiety episodes are flooded with these badly written rhymes…

Midnight Musings

” I watched someone that I thought I knew well

Slowly descend into a narcopathic hell…

Narc isn’t like smurf

It cant be used as a verb…

When you put it in front, it’s all narcs favorite herb

I watched someone that I thought I knew well…steadily descend into a narcissists hell…

She squirmed and she screamed, and she ran while she yelled,

Trying to outrun all the ghosts she had felled

The thing to look out for, on your pathway to healing…

Is that hidden under cover, something’s wrong here kind of feeling…

I watched someone that I thought I knew well…slowly become her own narcissistic hell…

I havent looked at her closely yet, but I can already tell…

She will wave at me in the mirror, from where all narcissists dwell”