A toxic narcissist thrives on manipulation, they call it charm.
In their world, it’s always about me, myself, and Ieveryone else is a mere accessory.
Love me or hate me, but dont forget to admire me.
Your feelings are irrelevant; its my reality that matters.
To them, empathy is a weakness to be exploited.
Apologies are just another form of self-interest.
In their eyes, vulnerability is just a tool to extract praise.
They dont just want to be the main character; they want to be the entire script.
Praise is the oxygen they cannot live without.
Every compliment is an investment in their self-worth.
Boundaries are simply walls they seek to break down.
Their favorite game? Gaslight and mislead.
Dont be surprised if love is a one-sided affair.
Theyll love you fiercelyuntil you stop feeding their ego.
Youll never be good enough, but theyll pretend you’re their world.
Toxicity disguised as charm is still toxicity.
Every conversation is a stage, and they are the star.
Sincerity is a costume they wear until theyre called out.
Your happiness is a reflection; if it doesnt mirror theirs, its not welcome.
They build castles in the airwhile youre expected to live in them.
Gratitude is only expressed when it serves their agenda.
Theyll cut you down to size, then act surprised at your tears.
Their love is conditional, subtitled with as long as you adore me.
To a narcissist, empathy is a foreign language.
Theyll rewrite history just to keep the spotlight.
Youre a character in their story, never the author of your own.
Admiration is currency; theyll be broke without it.
The mask is always on, but the smile hides the fangs.
Your achievements? Just another backdrop for their spotlight.
Listen closely, and you’ll hear their ego crescendo.
They crave attention more than they crave love.
Your presence is a stage; their performance never ends.
They take and take, leaving nothing but emotional debt.
Applause is the only language they understand.
If the world doesnt revolve around them, its time to change the axis.
Their idea of love is a mirror reflecting their own greatness.
Theyll stroke your ego just to keep theirs inflated.
Every I in their conversation means a thousand Yous are silent.
Their emotional intelligence is a facade, easily shattered.
Youre only as valuable as the attention you bring.
Theyll rewrite the narrative until you question your own truth.
Toxic love is love that demands your soul for its survival.
Their appreciation is transactional; love is merely a service rendered.
Being yourself around them is an act of rebellion.
Your growth feels like competition to their stagnant throne.
A toxic narcissist thrives on manipulation, they call it charm.
In their world, it’s always about me, myself, and Ieveryone else is a mere accessory.
Love me or hate me, but dont forget to admire me.
Your feelings are irrelevant; its my reality that matters.
To them, empathy is a weakness to be exploited.
Apologies are just another form of self-interest.
In their eyes, vulnerability is just a tool to extract praise.
They dont just want to be the main character; they want to be the entire script.
Praise is the oxygen they cannot live without.
Every compliment is an investment in their self-worth.
Boundaries are simply walls they seek to break down.
Their favorite game? Gaslight and mislead.
Dont be surprised if love is a one-sided affair.
Theyll love you fiercelyuntil you stop feeding their ego.
Youll never be good enough, but theyll pretend you’re their world.
Toxicity disguised as charm is still toxicity.
Every conversation is a stage, and they are the star.
Sincerity is a costume they wear until theyre called out.
Your happiness is a reflection; if it doesnt mirror theirs, its not welcome.
They build castles in the airwhile youre expected to live in them.
Gratitude is only expressed when it serves their agenda.
Theyll cut you down to size, then act surprised at your tears.
Their love is conditional, subtitled with as long as you adore me.
To a narcissist, empathy is a foreign language.
Theyll rewrite history just to keep the spotlight.
Youre a character in their story, never the author of your own.
Admiration is currency; theyll be broke without it.
The mask is always on, but the smile hides the fangs.
Your achievements? Just another backdrop for their spotlight.
Listen closely, and you’ll hear their ego crescendo.
They crave attention more than they crave love.
Your presence is a stage; their performance never ends.
They take and take, leaving nothing but emotional debt.
Applause is the only language they understand.
If the world doesnt revolve around them, its time to change the axis.
Their idea of love is a mirror reflecting their own greatness.
Theyll stroke your ego just to keep theirs inflated.
Every I in their conversation means a thousand Yous are silent.
Their emotional intelligence is a facade, easily shattered.
Youre only as valuable as the attention you bring.
Theyll rewrite the narrative until you question your own truth.
Toxic love is love that demands your soul for its survival.
Their appreciation is transactional; love is merely a service rendered.
Being yourself around them is an act of rebellion.
Your growth feels like competition to their stagnant throne.
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