The narcissist in me, revealed

He plays a method actor’s role.
Today, a victim all alone.
Tomorrow, hero on his own.
And equal parts of each, at that.
He sets the story, sets the tone,
To snatch attention – snatch it all.
It matters not how much you give:
It’s always less than he can take.
He has no sense of solid self.
His self is full of bullet holes.
His self is not my self at all,
Though I have many holes myself.
He and I are fractured twins:
Two-faced heads of a two-faced coin.
Again, again, you flip the coin,
Again, again, a drama new
Will siphon your energy pool.
Before long you will feel so drained
You’ll wonder why you feel so drained.