In shadows deep, they wear a mask so grand,
A covert narcissist, with an artful hand.
They weave their tales of grandeur, cloaked in lies,
A façade of perfection beneath dark skies.
Their ego, vast as oceans, seeks to consume,
Reflecting a false light in every room.
Manipulators supreme, they hunt for prey,
Those who lack self-love, who’ve lost their way.
But when you rise, awake to your own worth,
Their grip loosens, their power dearth.
You see the cracks in their deceitful guise,
Realize perfection is a mere disguise.
And when they turn, with disdain in their eyes,
Take it as a sign, a prize in disguise.
For in their dislike, you’ve found your truth,
Broken free from their cunning noose.
You’ve shown them strength, self-love profound,
In their fading power, your victory’s found.
The biggest manipulators, exposed in the light,
And you, standing tall, have done something right.
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