Wednesday, April 15, 2015

God Talking To Narcissistic Woman

God, listen to me .......whats wrong with you now?
*God-Hey woman, what's wrong with you?
Nothing, I'm never wrong.
*God-Well I think you have been wrong, I have a few things you need to work on.
-Get lost. I dont want to hear your lies,
-you think you are better than everyone else.
*God-Well, woman, I'll be around, look me up.
I can help you if you want to change your ways.....Love God

The Valley of A Narcissist's Lair

I Have Been Walking In The Valley Of Your Evil.

Yes, I have feared you. Your hateful looks, words, Your mean ways.
The smirks and smiles, the scorn and anger,
The criticizing when I cry or get upset.

Your evil, my pain, my stupidity for staying in the valley……

Believing your lies, believing I needed to stay here.
Thinking you needed my help, because you said so.

You needed me to stay in your valley of evil because you thought that is where I deserved to be.
 
Punishment for what? Why? Answer me! Tell Me!

Your lying tongue one day will shrivel and shrink, thirsting for a cool bit of refreshing water. Who will give you a drink? Me?
Will those lips ever utter a sincere apology or words of kindness and healing?

Now less fear, more hate
Hating your hateful looks, words, your mean ways.
The smirks and smiles, the scorn and anger,
The criticizing when I cry or get upset.
Your evil, my pain, my stupidity for staying in the valley……

So...... I’m not staying in this valley anymore. 
I belong higher up…..

I don’t know how high I will get.......

But anywhere above your valley is better.
The air is better, the view is better, the altitude is lighter
I can see more, move freely, breathe better, actually begin to LIVE!

Psalm 23:4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, 
I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Who, Why, What ? ? ?

Who        are you to judge others? Are you really better than?
                Are you a god?

Why       do you enjoy hurting, lying, slandering, putting others down?

What     will happen when you find yourself all alone?

How       will you deal with the truth?

When    will judgment finally come?

Where   will you find mercy?

Who am I?

Who am I?
I am some one wounded by your words,
your actions, your lies.
I am some one strangled by your ever controlling ties.
I am beginning to see
the damage done to me.
Breaking free from the prison
you tried to build around me.
I am not fucked up, screwed up,
messed up,
as you choose to say.
I am getting stronger
putting distance between us
each and every day.
Getting wiser,
bolder, stronger,
healing, older.
The wasted dreams
wasted years
washed away
with cleansing tears.
Who am I,  you ask?
You may never know
may never see.
Because you
hold on to that
thing you
wanted me to be.