Let me speak to you as if I were at a pulpit on a stormy Sunday morning—heart pounding, eyes lifted—because someone out there needs to feel this, not just read it. The narcissist? Oh no, don’t be fooled. That gleaming smile, that perfectly polished posture, that illusion of triumph? Smoke and mirrors. The truth is cracking right beneath the surface. You see, behind every smug glance is a soul desperately trying to outrun the sound of its own shattering.
And they don’t live in peace; they live in pretense. Their days are a dress rehearsal, their nights a haunted theater. They don’t love; they leverage. They don’t see you; they use you. You were never a person in their eyes; you were the reflection, the stage light, the applause they needed to feel real. And when you walked away, the stage went dark.
Narcissists run on illusion, like a car runs on gas. But illusions are costly, and deep down, they’re bankrupt at that grand show of control. It’s just fear in fancy shoes. That confidence is a mask plastered over shame. And you, beloved, you weren’t just an audience; you were the fuel. You kept the lights on.
But you found your way out of the theater. You stepped off the merry-go-round. And now? Now they’re spinning, dizzy, pacing circles in a prison cell made of their own pride and polished lies. They’ll never admit it—oh, pride would never allow that. But every night, when the world quiets down, there’s a voice in the dark whispering, “You lost them. You let the best things slip through your hands.” And the silence that follows? It’s deafening.
See, none of it was an accident. Every backhanded compliment, every twisted word, every guilt trip was part of the script they wrote—a script they directed, starred in, and forced you to co-star in. But now the set is in ruins. The only sound left is the echo of your absence, and it’s sacred. What they fear most isn’t your voice; it’s your stillness. It’s the way you stopped reacting. It’s how your peace became louder than any argument—your calm, your clarity. It rattles the very foundation they built their lies on.
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