Entitlement...

Begins and ends with first-ness, me-ness, woke-ness - you hurt me, I hurt you harder....

Entitlement is an understanding of all that is false...the world revovles round me as the earth to the sun...looks of desire are tucked away for further examination and fantasizing...words of adulation and false adoration are filed away in the 'I am the greatest' section of their very own censored library, a construct of mighty delusion.

Described in the dictionary as "the belief that one is inherently deserving of privileges or special treatment." "The fact of having a right to something."

By right of being smarter than anyone else, better skills than the average human and just generally better at everything, this gives them entitlement...do you catch the grand delusion? Do you hear the lack of anything approaching humility?

Narcissists do not live on the same plane of existence as the rest of the human race...they do not even live in the same world...the colours we see are shadowed for them, cloaked from brilliance by their very own lack of understanding, of compassion, of empathy for others...blinded by might is right...theirs, always.

You did me wrong (had a conversation with a worker, take your pick...the reasons are legion) so I will repay you a hundredfold...you hurt me so I will tear your world down, steal your joy, rob your peace and financially ruin you all while stating that YOU are the problem...

I will cheat...hide insidious dark pleasures behind your back while accusing you of cheating...

I will betray...sneak off on random road trips, whether they be 20 minutes or 8 hours, to meet with a side piece, all while raging about the five dollar fields t-shirt that shrunk in the dryer...

I will berate, jokingly critisize and belittle, all the while complaining about your lack of purpose, lack of grace and beauty, lack of anything resembling intelligence or skill...

I will flirt with other women, talk dirty to them in front of you while accusing you of insecurities and jealous behaviours...

Oh what a might web of deceit we weave...the monsters take in your light, your shine and live in jealousy and distrust in face of your goodness...

Stand hard, stand fast and place your feet in high places...keep your head above water and your chin firm...the patterns of the unholy evil they perpetrate upon your person, upon your mind and spirit will return to their minds, breaking them down slowly but surely...the shame that rides upon their shoulders becomes a weight equal to that of Atlas carrying the weight of the world...

They suffer and it shows in their bodies, written on faces hardened in steady grooves and deep lines as though braille for the blind...it shows in the windows of the soul, evil leaks out in steady wisps and wistrals...one could lose themselves in the deep lightless and desolate waters swamping the eyes of the abuser..

Stand firm my friends...this too shall pass...we learn once again how to breathe in the absence of fear...we regain shaky feet upon a firm foundation of peace, of loving kindness...

Stand hard and steady against the whistling winds that blow upon your back, seeking your destruction, seeking your unhappiness...the robber of joy would steal your laughter, your place on this planet...stand dear treasures and find your place, you are needed, necessary and loved beyond measure...