poem-

I’m disappointed in you.
Raising your fist,
in front of a child.
When the time is right,
I’ll tell you this to your face.
As I told you exactly what I thought
that night-

There’s no excuse for abuse, old man.
How’s your shame feel?

If you read things correctly-
Not your strongest characteristic-
You saw the disappointment
in my eyes, as you threatened to hit me
while your hand clenched my shirt,
fist back and raised.
I stared you down.

Coward.

I never raised my hands.
No need to.

No Grandfather should act this way
in front of a three year old.

And no father should put his finger
in the face of his daughter
and Yell, “Shut the Fuck up.”

That was the moment
you lost the entire narcissistic game you put into place.

Can’t bully a man like me.
I look forward to our next meeting.
I look forward to what I’ll say.
See, while in jail, I was told,
“Use your words.”

Seems to me you should chase wisdom’s tail.
Seems to me you never knew who you were, or are;
facades until completion won’t amount to truth.

I’ve had a lifetime of hardships.
I’m Not a follower.
Told you this.

You didn’t listen.

A narcissist never does.

-M. Taggart

They say to not call a narcissist out. I disagree. I did. And I will continue to. Their rage is that of a five year old child. Small. Weak. I’m a narcissists worst nightmare.

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