Oh my silly, silly narcissist-
Look at you- all atwitter again
Flapping about, cawing madly
to all who would listen
How dare I superimpose my image
upon YOUR reflection- you SCREAM
While I stand silently as witness
knowing the source of my accused imposition-
I am real
you my silly, silly narcissist
are nothing but your
own sick creation.
I did this piece to honor what it is for a child to have a narcissistic mother. Normally, we think of the color of white as “good”- the white Knight and so on.
I wanted to take this color though and show its other side. Here, white is shown in the face of this “mother” as a representation a child fields with a narcissistic mother.
When a child gazes into a narcissistic mother’s face looking for recognition and identity, the child is simply met with the white noise of narcissism. There is no patterning for recognition.
The narcissism of a mother is a “whiteness” that consumes by being nothing.
The words I wrote are in reference to when a narcissist thinks you “steal their thunder”.
You steal nothing from them, despite their fraught perception.
You are real and they are nothing but a sick creation.
If all the world is a stage, it is is also a reflection.
When your favorite narcissist gets all atwitter about you stealing their glory. What are you supposed to do-
You can’t help it that even a reflecting pool prefers that which is real.