When the curtain lifts
You play the part of the victim
Sharing sob stories with anyone willing to lend an ear
You tell them how much you’ve struggled
How much you’ve failed at overcoming life’s obstacles.
You tell them how much you appreciate having them around
You make it clear how you would be lost without them
Through your meticulously curated vulnerability
You advertise honesty, harmony
And the promise of stability.
And of course, a willing listener eats it all up
Charmed by your words,
Feeling power as you cement their worth.
I’m almost tempted to say I feel sorry for them.
Because they don’t know you; the real you
Not like I do.
See, you’re not the victim you claim to be;
No, far from it. You’re a predator, the worst kind,
You don’t lurk in the grass but hide in plain sight.
You take the truth, and if it fails to illicit –
The intended reaction, you mould it –
By God, you mould it, as much as possible,
Till it unquestionably does.
You pretend to be weak and vulnerable
To pacify and to placate,
Till those that choose to listen
Begin to believe defending you is not beyond reason.
Connection, or whatever your misguided mind chooses to call it
Isn’t about deepening bonds, not to you,
Your endgame is establishing power over those around you,
It’s what gets you off, isn’t it?
Switching roles on those you’ve baited into trusting you,
Twisting the narrative is a given
If it means your agenda is fulfilled.
You push and you probe because lord knows,
You need to know everything, to be a step ahead,
A testament to your fear of being irrelevant
Your sob stories (I would have you know)
Mean nothing to me,
Your conquests doubly so.
You will continue to think you know me
You will continue to think you have everyone fooled
God-willing you eventually gain enough sense
To question why I keep you around despite.
It’s not to beat you at your own game, that’s ridiculous,
A single fool within our midst is more than enough.
Never in my life would I have thought –
I’d come across someone so lost.
I am not ashamed to admit
I have kept you around for purely selfish reasons
You’re a particularly rare breed on the spectrum of the deluded
Makes me curious to see how it all ends.
– O.D. ©2020
Art by: snatti89
5 Replies to “Morbid Curiosity.”
Yup some people..
Some people indeed …
Thank you my friend.
This is soooooo good.
I feel like you’re describing a covert narcissist; they are all eerily similar.
Thank you Kelley 💚 I appreciate you taking time to visit.
Yeah, grew up with a narcissist. I’ve learnt to pick up on the traits. It gets sad when you take a closer look at how shallow their standards are. So weak yet they parade this face.
Right! The face! they are definitely the weakest links.