I wink, I breathe, I walk, I strut,
And you just sit there judging me,
I am not a man, nor a woman,
My choices are mine,
Not your own,
Yet it affects you somehow,
Slut, prude, weird or lame,
You try your best to put me to shame,
Cheap, disgusting, waste of space,
You are nothing but a disgrace,
Who gave you the right to decide on that?
To act as if I am the burden on your back,
Whispers, pointing fingers away you go,
But when the same thing happens to you,
You let the water works flow,
Narcissistic was the word you used to describe me,
But ask yourself if that's truly you or me?

Poetry by Kshiti Dubey The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-02-11 at 05:13

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Great work. People project their own symptoms onto others.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
You are you
remain you
they have
self made
you are you
stay as you
like to be as
you is you like
being you
we like you as you

Haha, yes I like this poem. There are many narcissistic people out there. But we cannot judge for we are narcissistic too.