The echo of a Narcissist
There are times when you seemTo look right through me
At your own fabricated reflection
Do I have to remind you
That it's me standing here
Begging you to see me
All that I feel for you
Pales in your narcissism
I wonder where I stand
When you spend your days
Looked in a tiny room
Just checking out your form
There are days when I think
You flipped out on me
Gave away your immortal soul
Just to see your face remain
Unchanged throughout the generations
I wish I could become
The glass that holds your love
Wish I could submerge myself
Into your reflection
Even though I know
It is but a pale imitation
To the heart I used to know
The one you gave to me
Now I have to go
And I'll leave it by the bed
Next to your small echo
And a note detailing
My affection for the boy
That became a man
Not the shadow
Lost in his own impression
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