An Open Letter to the Narcissists who Ruined my Life
I hope all of you will at some point see this,
I hope somehow you will hear
what I never had the chance to say.
I understand why you did what you did.
Truly, I do.
But that doesn't change things.
What you did, was unfair
what you did, was unjust
I was undeserving.
I was kind to you.
I loved you all.
But each of one of you in turn
discarded me,
cast me aside
like you've done so many others
because you had no more use for me,
because you wanted to feel someone else's kindness
stroke your arrogance
and placate your insecurities,
because you were bored of me.
You put up the façade
that you sought greener pastures
when all you wanted was to sample
different platitudes from a different tongue
as it fellates your turgid ego.
Well, you know what?
I hope you are happy.
Truly, I do.
I hope that the hardships you said you faced,
where you always painted yourself
the oh-so innocent victim,
with that veneer of pristine, virginal innocence;
I hope all those traumas
fade in to the dust
and you can let go, and be happy.
But I would be lying
if I said that this well-wishing
isn't poisoned by the slightest hint of hatred.
I would be lying if I said
was wasn't fighting back
the rabid desire for schadenfreude,
the gleeful manic craving
to see you make the same mistakes,
see you trip on your hubris over and over
while you remain blinded by your pathetic
self-importance,
I would lying if I didn't admit
that the darkest, cruellest part of me
hopes that Karma FUCKS you
because it's what you deserve!
But no...
now is not the time for anger,
because you are not worthy of it.
I have devoted too much time
to pointless resentment
when all I really want
is to be rid of you.
So have a happy life.
Maybe you'll grow.
Maybe you'll learn to be kind
in spite of yourself.
It doesn't matter,
I can't bring myself to truly care
any more.
You lost the right to my kindness
so very long ago
when you showed your true colours.
So go and find happiness
the way I am finding mine.
I wanted to help you on the way
but now?
I couldn't give a shit
so go live your life
because I don't want to be part of
your story
and I don't need you in mine.
(Nb: This poem originally contained the Given Names of certain individuals who have wronged me and caused me severe psychological trauma and distress in the past. To avoid litigation, these names have since been removed in the editing process. My only regret is that the specific people that this poem was directed at will remain ignorant – or in denial – that this really is about them.)
A powerful poem by a Michael, a friend of a friend.
My favorite line ?
“now is not the time for anger,
because you are not worthy of it.”
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