I’m not a narcissist
I have a list of
my flaws
long as my over-sized
arms to share
a laying out of
my short-comings
wider than my
ample thighs
a telling of my
strengths
shorter than my
fleeting patience
a collection of
my accomplishments
smaller than
my calcified heart
Ego feeds on
thoughts of me
I
mine
here
now
want
help
fix
save
cry
hurt
take
away
stay
and with my
ego appetite tentacles
I
push
shove
remove
surrender
retreat
demand
compel
withhold
withdraw
silence
compete
demean
mother
no partner
friend
not parent
all
but nothing
everything
to myself
Maybe I am
