I Am Me

A word I heard often
Yet never understood
till the I day I felt it
a murmur from somewhere inside

I looked in the mirror
and there I saw it
A Narcissist no doubt

I shuddered
I looked away
and looked again
a little more intently now
Hoping it would be a mirage
My eyes playing tricks on me
or maybe a faulty mirror

No such luck
There he stood
in the Mirror
proud and mocking

I have been in you
In your self-centered
self-absorbed
self,
all your life.

Surprised?
Have you not met me before?
I have resided
In your heart and soul
and you have been the one
to feed me
Everyday

In every I
I have grown stronger

You believed you were different
kind, generous and ego-less
that has worked fine for me
for the lesser you know me
the more I have known you

When everything was about you
no empathy for the other
replaced her need with yours
her emotions for yours
proudly I said,
I am Me
A Narcissist

I am as You are
the Narcissist
living your pathetic life
in service of I

~ September 2013