The Unseen Narcissist

In shadows deep where echoes dwell,

A man once kind, now wrapped in spell.

Each adoring glance, a fractured trust,

His heart turned cold, turned to dust.

As mirrors call, he dares not glance,

For vanity’s grip holds tight—a trance.

Each word a siren, sweetly sung,

Deaf to the cries of the heart once young.

A world enrobed in false delight,

Where laughter masks the desolate night.

He dances proud, in a gilded cage,

Unseen the pain, obscured by rage.

Once a friend, now a silhouette,

Connections severed, a life unmet.

The praise he craves comes at a cost,

In loving hearts, he feels so lost.

Yet beneath the guise, a flicker lies,

A man in exile with unshed cries.

To feel, to love, to break this mold,

A story waiting, still untold.