Some People Can't
Some people just can't be helped
That's what the old folks say
My mistake was wanting so
To help you find your way.
But like most narcissists that I've met
You put me on a shelf
'Cause you figured out I would never love you
As much as you loved yourself.
And with that fact, you could not deal
For you cannot deal with much
No tough love would you tolerate
But only a tender touch.
Your floors were made of eggshells
On which you made me walk
And only about your perfect image
Was I allowed to talk.
I wonder how many hearts you broke
How many lives, destroyed
You learned as a youth how to play the game
And all your tricks deployed.
Those tiny moments when it was good
And I thought it would work out
Were dashed to bits when you had your fits
(And I never knew what about.)
I sighed, you cried
I cried, you'd scream
Making such nightmares
Out of every dream.
I was damned if I didn't
I was damned if I did
You physically grew up
But stayed a perpetual kid.
The Bible says....
(Now hear me out)
Don't let your praises
Issue from your own mouth.
But you boast, you brag
You embellished, you lied
Your soul selfish and empty
But so full of pride.
You have no humility
No greatness or grace
And you wouldn't know God
If you met face to face.
Yet everything you say
And everything you write
Declares of all human beings
You're the only one "right."
I'm sure you'll go into a rage
And we both know it's true
You'll hate what's written on this page
But thrilled it's about you.
You build yourself up constantly
By tearing others down
You're only happy when you see
Them groveling on the ground.
And yet, and yet, you need them ever
To flatter your vacant shell
Demand of them all the heaven they have
So you can turn it into hell.
You will share no stage or spotlight
You must be the only star
You never make amends to your wounded friends
Now you wonder where they are.
How sad to be you
So alone and bereft
But the damage done to you
You did to yourself.
You imagine an insult
When there is no insult given
You hold grudges about nothing
In that box you call living.
I tried to help you
For I perceived your need
But my love was just supply
For your vampiric greed.
And I was left broken
And drained of my will
As you left me in search
Of your next oblivious kill.
I guess I finally understand
That it's always been this way
There are two kinds of people here:
The predator and prey.
But I won't let myself be used
Now that I've had my say
Even though my heart is torn in two
I pray you find your way.
©️Voo Shing Stone
May 18, 2025
VIDEO
an observation of all the many, many
narcissistic people, male and female,
that I have known and tried to help
by showing them loving kindness
but was almost destroyed in the process.
Only God knows what made them that
way and what spirit they are of. I truly
hope they all get set free someday.
