If you could read the mind of a toxic narcopath, I'm sure you would find one
of these one-sided conversations going on in his/her morally-disordered mind:
You don’t know me. You may think you do but you don’t. You don’t know me because I mirrored the traits I saw in you – traits the real me lacks. You think you are the same person you were when we first met, but you aren’t. You are a pathetic excuse for a man who worships at my feet. I created you and made you what you are today. The man you were before you met me would never put up with my abuse, but this new man does. You are what I have manipulated you into becoming, and yet you can’t even see I have taken control of your life, your mind, your very soul. My control over you is total and complete. You don't even question anything I do anymore. I will use you, lie to you, cheat on you, but no matter what I do, you will never leave me, because you can't live without me. I am your addiction now. And when I kick you out and move another man in, you will beg me to take you back, and after I've had my little fun, I'll let you come back, and you will always come back. I love puppets.
You may think you know me but you don’t. You don’t know
the real me I have spent years
fabricating my false exterior and fabricated many masks, masks I change
depending on who I’m with and what I want at the moment. My lies are now the
truth; they are my truth… but you can never see through my
facade because I play my part so perfectly, so flawlessly and with
such charisma. Of course, I would never admit it – not to you, not to anyone.
You think you know me but you don’t. You are a
fool. You are a fool for allowing me to control you the way I do and yet
you don’t even realize that I’m doing it. That makes you less of a person
than me and deserving of being controlled in such a way. That makes me
omnipotent; I never feel guilty about anything I do or anyone I hurt. I
actually have no regrets about anything I have ever done to you. I have no
morals or sense of loyalty to anyone, but I keep this as my little secret. If
you really paid attention to what I say and do, you would certainly see my
moral code is fake, and this is why I have to keep you so confused. The world
calls this a lack of conscience, I call it a special gift that I have and you don’t.
You believe my lies, and no matter what you see or hear that clearly shows me to be a liar, you will continue to believe my lies. Isn't life grand! ...But, should you ever see what I really am and attempt to expose my secret power then you will feel my wrath; you will pay the price.
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