spent my life
i've spent my life trying to please someone with a twisted disease.
i tried to become the person they wanted, gave up my spirit and begged for acceptance. but there's nothing in the world i could do to convince the narcissist i'm a person too. they do not care, they cannot feel, their love is an illusion, it is not real. i must walk away, learn to be strong, realize i do belong, that i deserved better all along. perhaps i'll revive my injured soul, and one day learn what it is to be whole.