Unlimited Narcissist Supply

The narcissist had his "clients" lined up, A carefully curated back up supply, While he demanded I cut off any male contacts, Control over my friendships, a flagrant lie. He weaved his web of manipulation, With promises of love and devotion and adoration But behind the facade of adoration, Lay a heart filled with selfish emotion. He played the role of a charming suitor, Drawing me in with his silver tongue, But his true intentions became clearer, As his narcissistic traits slowly sprung. He made me question my own worth, Gaslighting me at every turn, But I refused to be a puppet on his stage, For my independence I would fiercely yearn. I saw through his facade of perfection, And realized the truth of his deception, His "clients" were simply pawns in his game, A means to an end, to feed his ego's flame. I refused to be another player in his scheme, To be controlled and manipulated at his will, I am free from his toxic grasp, Finding strength in standing firm and still. free from his web of deceit, Choosing to embrace my own worth.