I never thought I would be the victim
Fallen to narcissism
This need to be looked at and enjoyed
Always believed I could be satiated
By a nine to five and a decent life
But each day brings a deep painful sadness
Memories of naïveté
When happiness was so easily achieved
My world is not fire and hell
But a cold lonely wasteland
My thoughts a place where I suffer loudly
The paper where I cry for help