I put a post of myself on again

And then think of all the critics

Those so called friends frowning in consternation at my narcissistic tendencies 

As if am putting a mirror up to their own insecurities 

That need to nuke the system sings in my synapses

Normality makes me mad

Friendship can’t be had

I am miles away from my mission but closer than most

God is not the Father, the guide but the treasonous woman leading a way for others

Attention needed but not taken

My feline frenzies spill out at the wrong time

Men get lost in the eddies of my femininity 

Only to be confronted by the sword I stab in their back

And still the post stands.