Pernicious – a poem about narcissists


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Note: Watch this poem as a music video below.


Pernicious

Pretentious
You spew words
Brandishing them like shiny swords

Contentious
You start fights
Enraging — your sarcasm bites

Flirtatious
You wink eyes
Charming crowds with your Cheshire cries

Imperious
You put down
Demeaning all who doubt your crown

Nefarious
You hide crimes
Hiding facts with deceptive rhymes

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Blasphemous
You speak lies
Deceiving in a svelte disguise

Outrageous
You shine light
Starring onstage — it’s yours each night

Ravenous
You eat souls
Leaving your prey in half-dug holes

Mischievous
You scheme plans
Caring just for what fills your hands

Devious
You shroud deeds
Concealing truth in unkempt weeds

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Hazardous
You cause harm
Wounding souls with your serpent arm

Enormous
You fill rooms
Bowing low in ornate costumes

Disastrous
You wreck lives
Slashing spirits with sharpened knives

Presumptuous
You feel owed
Reaping profits you never sowed

Infectious
You plague skin
Polluting minds with darkest sin

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Suspicious
You place blame
Isolating your ragged game

Frivolous
You waste love
Injuring hearts by push and shove

Impervious
You run free
Dodging your explosion’s debris

Treacherous
You sneak flings
Cheating without removing rings

Fictitious
You wear masks
Portraying myths with seamless tasks

Rebellious
You break laws
Punishing even minor flaws

Anonymous
You hide you
Burying your dangerous hue

May 2, 2020


It’s an oddity that while exploring feelings — especially through poetry — old pain occasionally surfaces. Wounds you thought long healed sometimes break open with fresh misery.

It’s been years since I loved those mirrored in this poem. They are decades gone from my life, but their scars are still with me. Most days I can escape them, but there are times I must acknowledge them. The wounds occasionally need to breathe so they can heal again.

These words, though angry, are healing to me. I hope they are also healing to you.


This poem as a music video:


This poem originally appeared on Medium on July 28, 2020.


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2 Comments

  1. I love this poem. Just like you, I have experience with narcissists. In intimate relationships they are especially damaging. I understand revisiting the old wounds and allowing them to heal again. In life we come across things that bring up flashes of the past and we do have to deal with it. I let mine heal through visual art. Again, wonderful poem.

    1. Thank you so much for your comment. I could swear I responded earlier, but WordPress says I didn’t. For that I apologize.

      I love the visual arts and think they can be great for healing. Where can I see examples of your work?

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