The sun is a narcissist
tearing hot across the sky.

The flowers are all narcissists
blooming when they choose.

The river is a narcissist
carrying ships only where it flows.

The busdriver is a narcissist
stopping to let others out.

The children are all narcissists
pushing time ever forward.

The hospital is full of narcissists
crying in pain and heartbreak. 

The graves are filled with narcissists
forgetting the ones they left behind. 

They never think about me
and my empathy.​

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