Neighborhood Narcissus

I was the water on which

You projected your image

The one you obsessed over

And never let a ripple run through

Water is bound for tempest

Though that disturbs your view

You lost control of yourself 

Now you can’t afford to lose control of me

But I am not your image

I am not your echo

I call from the forest

And you just see the trees

Your vanity is insecurity 

Your integrity is corruption

You are not who you project onto glossy waters 

That can see right through you

And so you are wasting away

Holding on tightly to what you’ve done right

So you do not have to turn around and face

What you’ve done wrong

Go ahead 

Cut off your limbs

And blame them for being weak

You didn’t need them anyway

Go ahead

Lay down and die

Because God only knows

You have dug your own grave anyhow 

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