Oh mother and the ex, and all the lil snakes that used to slither by me. How the memory of you discomforts me and how breathing is easy without you, even with the haze. Sad, but true. And I wish the same peace upon you.
When a narcissist begins abusing someone, to outside observers it often looks like both people are just caught in a messy conflict, pointing fingers and trading blame. But that’s an illusion. One of them is a manipulator, and the other is reacting to abuse. The narcissist will often accuse their target of the very things they themselves are doing — lying, being manipulative, playing the victim, being toxic — and they'll do it with such conviction and calmness that it disorients everyone, including the target. Meanwhile, the real victim is often emotionally overwhelmed, hurt, or desperately trying to explain themselves — and this imbalance gets used against them. The narcissist didn't attack because their target did anything wrong or offensive — they attacked because that person threatened their ego, exposed their insecurity, or was simply too happy for the narcissist to stomach. One person is the abuser. The other is innocent — and being retraumatized not just by the abuse, but by the world’s failure to see it.
Give me a quiet life. Away from all these people
who set out in sheer persistence to stay in my life. Seeking entry in many ways, my kids, help, the house, whatever. But all they want is my time, attention and energy. Please kindly leave me be.
My spirit rejects this in entirety.
Look at me, complaining to myself
in this secret space that isn’t so secret.
Because perhaps,
that is exactly what I’d like to say.
Leave me alone, give me a break.
Seek your inner settings elsewhere. 🪃