"Oh my anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain. Oh the agony of my heart! My heart pounds within me, I cannot keep silent…" Jeremiah 4:19

Poems & Songs About Narcissism


I had a friend suggest this so I’m doing it because we’re DESPERATE!

My son and I are being evicted thanks to a crappy roommate not paying his rent or share of the bills and I’m trying to get the heck out of Tampa and back home to Seattle. I lost my job in late October and Jason didn’t work for 2 weeks in November and then again for two weeks in December due to the holidays so we just fell into that “one month away from homelessness” category that many Americans are in. Well, we’re here and facing homelessness.

I’ve set up a GoFundMe page so if those of you who have found this site helpful could maybe consider helping us I would be incredibly grateful!  This information was freely given and will always remain so.  However, we’re really stuck so I’m just reaching out to anyone remotely connected to our world (even the kindness of strangers) who would consider helping us not end up homeless!

Thank you for reading this post.  I have no pride left, only desperation…things turned bad so quickly my head is spinning and I’m walking in circles so if you can help, PLEASE do! Also, if you could pray and/or put us on any prayer chains or lists you know, that would be awesome too.

The GoFundMe link is here:  https://www.gofundme.com/janetbyers

It is my hope and prayer that these songs and poems will touch you…whether you were broken as a child or you know someone who was.  The first one was written the day after I walked out of my mother’s house for the last time and was written as the plane was taking us from rainy Seattle back to Houston. Some of the words reflect actual stuff that I was seeing around me.  But the analogy seems to work for my friends I’ve read it to who were NOT on an airplane literally leaving with actual gray skies and rain; they feel like they have been in a storm so the parallel works for them too. Below the two poems posted on this page are links to other poems I’ve found by others as well as more writing I’ve done.  Be blessed!

by Janet Byers, © 4/26/2010

Cloudy gray sky, silent tears and rain
Glad to be leaving years and years of pain
Sorrow rises up but my wings are spread wide
Leaving my past; good riddance, good-bye

Too many years of your guilt and your games
Finally, freedom from your put downs and blame
Relief rises up, wings spreading, flying far
Leaving you; taking back my shattered heart

Rising into sunshine; finally breaking free
Taking deep, clean breaths; it’s okay to be me
Your sick games and lies will haunt me no more
Left your shackles behind, walked out your door

Walking Out The Door by Peter Normand

Walking Out The Door by Peter Normand

I’m free, I’m done…at last, I’m forever through
Hearing the questions: “What’s wrong with you?”
And “Why can’t you ever do anything right?”
Too many tears cried into pillows at night

Sucked my thumb for years, scared in my own bed
Haunted by your condemnations deep in my head
First time I ran away from you I was only three
First desperate attempt to be free; to be me

To stay sane and relevant in spite of you
Kept running away; years of fighting for truth
Your narcissistic insanity ruled all my thoughts
Seems all I am to you…is everything I’m not

I never lived up to your expectations or dreams
There simply was no way I could please the queen
I was your punching bag; a scapegoat to abuse
I know now that who you really hate…is you

God gave me pity for you, showed me the truth
To feel good you have to crush those around you
You have to elevate yourself because you’re weak
Still, I’m disgusted by you; by the havoc you wreak

Nothing will ever satisfy the monster inside you
I’m SO over your drama and trauma; yes, I am through
I’m done being your source of narcissistic supply
It’s over, I’m gone; good riddance, good-bye

Survive, Live, Thrive, Forgive
by Janet Byers, © 2016

For those of us who grew up abused and learned how to simply survive
We simply can’t quite comprehend the mysterious concept called ‘thrive’
You see, we’re still angry at our abusers…but are told to forget and forgive
Now, as adults, we’re not sure how a good, normal life should be lived

To duck the fists as best you and cry inside over all the verbal assaults
Hear on a daily basis how bad we are and a list of our many, many faults
‘Big kids don’t cry you know’ and if you do cry they’ll just hurt you more
We wished every day we were bigger and old enough to walk out the door

To hear the words ‘What is WRONG with you?’ for the thousandth time
‘Why are you so stupid and BAD?’ and ‘Why can’t you do ANYTHING right?’
It doesn’t matter how you behave…those are all the standard abuser lines
We know it doesn’t help to try for perfection; know we’ll never win the fight

A child cries: ‘Daddy, please, please stop! Why are you in my bed tonight?’
‘It’s because I love you so much, my precious child; don’t worry, it’s alright’
They became adults who are broken inside; raped in more ways than one
Now they are grown ups who don’t trust love because of what he’s done

Grateful that you made it through, got big and walked out that door
Then the new abusers come and your existence seems normal once more
You’ve been well groomed, you see…just from learning how to survive
You try hard to learn how normal people ‘do’ this hard thing called life

Drama and trauma are familiar; some find only bad relationships
With lovers who like to ignore and abandon…or humiliate and hit
You see, new abusers fit right in to that well-worn place in your heart
You wish every day you could find courage; wish for a brand new start

You’re older now, wiser in the ways of people…but so wary of them all
One day you see the pattern you’re living; get sick of hitting the same walls
You’ve got battle scars earned all on your own; scars of your own making
So you start seeking help and begin to heal; tired of being skilled at faking

Finding help with some kind of addiction if that was the way you coped
You stop trying to control or react or hide; you learn how to heal and hope
Letting go and letting God are foreign concepts you struggle to grasp
Claw your way out of your pit but still secretly convinced you’re BAD

We land a broken mess and find people who will help us to heal
We learn there are thousands of new ways we are allowed to feel
More than ‘scared, mad, sad, or shamed’; new feelings keep you sane
You meet people who have found wisdom and will patiently explain

Some days getting up seems too hard; many more tears than smiles
The going often rough and scary on your journey; many long, hard miles
Then slowly laughter starts to come again as you heed freedom’s call
That wounded inner child says: ‘Hey, maybe I’m not so bad after all!’

The hardest thing for most survivors to learn is to let go of all the hate
We feel toward our parents and for all the others we met along the way
Hatred we feel so guilty to harbor; pure fury for all the years of abuse
Toward all who lied and hurt us; then threw us away, broken and used

Someone comes along to explain ‘Dear child, forgiveness is for YOU’
You CAN salvage something good from the hell that you’ve been through
You can let go of the hatred and pain; you CAN be free from your past
Truth slowly comes; forgiveness can bring you peace and freedom at last

The reality of a loving God is a concept you come to understand one day
You begin to let go of the hatred and pain…then one night you hear God say
‘I love you so much, my precious child…that’s all you need to believe.”
You finally learn to trust God and accept that forgiveness has set you free

For those of us who grew up in abusive hell; fought hard to simply survive
We can learn to laugh and grow and help others; we can and will learn to thrive
One day, as we heal, we will find freedom and peace by choosing to forgive
We too can discover that a good, normal life is an awesome way to live!

Come to Me
by Janet Byers, © 1998

Thin, fading crayon lines
Drawn across your distant past
The wounded inner child in you
Longing for love that will last

Faint, quiet hurt-filled cries
Given to the endless night
The wounded warrior child in you
Longing to give up the fight

Jesus said: Let the little
Children come to me
Come, my wounded children
Receive the love you need

Yes, I will set you free
Give you all the love you need
Bring your broken heart to me
Come my wounded children
Come to me, come to me

Outside you show the world
Such strength, wit and style
While your wounded inner child
Cries to held for awhile

Jesus said: Let the little
Children come to me
Come, my wounded children
Receive the love you need

Yes, I will set you free
Give you all the love you need
Bring your broken heart to me
Come my wounded children
Come to me, come to me

Bring your broken heart to me
Come my wounded children
Come to me, come to me

Luke 18:6 — “But Jesus called the children to him and said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.”

Matthew 18:6 — “If anyone causes one of these little ones–those who believe in me–to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.”

For Children Who Were Broken by Elia Wise
Circle of Pain and Ecstasy
Snow Dove and Little Bird
The Bridge
Mind, Will and Emotion
Oh Daddy Dearest
(Warning :  Painful Poem About Child Molestation)

View more poems, song lyrics and poem songs on my writing site, The Writing of Janet Byers

5 responses

  1. I find the picture of Jesus hugging the young girl deeply moving. I love the chorus of the song as well. Will you tell me where I might find the artist’s name and gallery so I may purchase a print for my little granddaughter, who is healing.

    August 23, 2015 at 7:42 AM

    • I’m trying to wade through 3 YEARS worth of comments so forgive the really late reply! I don’t know who the artist is and I tried to locate the name. If I find out I’ll let you know. And thank you regarding the chorus…for your sweet little granddaughter YOU will be Jesus on earth for her and give her the love she needs…

      January 18, 2016 at 10:44 PM

  2. Peter Kelly

    Wow brilliant Poetry, I also know how you feel and have written poetry as well, something a Narcissist could never do.

    July 10, 2014 at 10:05 PM

    • Thanks Peter! And thank you for sharing your poetry as well. It’s hard but you have the tools to change your reality…never forget that. We don’t, unfortunately, have the tools to change OTHERS. All we can do is work on US. Good luck to you! Forgive my late reply, I’m slogging through 3 years of comments.

      January 18, 2016 at 11:31 PM

  3. I’m Free Now, From a Very Mean Narrissist Husband. He Still Believes he’s okay and I’m the crazy One. My Pastor and Christian Friends and Jesus helped me be delivered from the Bondage of all His Lies and Cruelty. Thank You for your site. It helped me alot to remind me to stay away! I’m Free Now. Who the Son Sets Free Is Free Indeed! Cathie Brogdon

    April 15, 2013 at 9:02 PM

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