The narcisist

the description of a household who lost hope

All my life I was just the shy kid,

the smart,

the perfect one.

Except that I wasn´t.

That´s not possible.

However, everyone in the neighborhood hears:

«She´s amazing, she has never disappointed me.»

Doors close.

And here it comes:

I´m alone, none of you helps me, treats me, care about ME.

I am the VICTIM. I am never wrong.

Don´t even wait for an apologie.

Each and every piece of my life trauma will be given to you.

If I didn´t went out, so don´t you.

If I couldn´t show any affection to my family without being judge, so can´t you.

If every single thing that I did was criticised, so will you.

The exhaustion runs in the veins

of the shy little girl.

Even your footsteps make me tremble.

I just wanted to see the ocean and

dream in it,

swim in it,

feel myself in it again.

No one knows.

No one cares.

But when I´m good and life goes,

Them all are the guilty for stare.

Biggest,

Enormous,

The wish of leaving.

Everything.

Everyone.

Just start over.

Ocean, will you come with me?