Narcissist Poem by Robert Powell

Self obsessed

Introspection, pride, and self-loathing

Loving my hair and my clothing

Repressed

Outgoing, confident, and cringe

Living a life that others could binge

In love

Cared for, wanted and supported

That I have value is often reported

But shove

All these ideas back away

That I'm somehow a liar is a thought that will stay

Well versed

In travel, book and song

But tempered with the knowledge I could always be wrong

Well rehearsed

Spontanaity is a trait that I practice

An illusion of a free-spirit, but the fact is

Im Scared

Of the bridges I've burned

Or of losing a life that I have not earned

Unprepared

To be someone I'm not

Or of being myself, but what else have I got?

Self obsessed

I project onto others the motives I know

Whilst pretending that I am above the ebb and flow

Pre-possessed

To feel shame for the fame I desire

To say I feel unentitled would make me a liar

Self obsessed

It's a failing of creatives I try to resist,

But who else writes a poem of self, but a  narcissist?