A/N: Hi everyone! This poem was written when I was in Year 9 in my old senior school - quite a long time now considering I'm in my second year of university. However if I remembered rightly so in class we had to look at a poem called Narcissus (I forget the poet now) and also a picture portraying it. From that we had to write our own poems about our ideas of Narcissus who was a famous Greek god who fell in love with his own appearance and turned into a flower in which we call a Narcissus flower today. It's weird considering this because I'm currently studying a module about poetry in an English degree.
Narcissus – A Legend That Is Not Forgotten
I wish that I was never born into this world,
this horrifying and dreadful world.
I only loved myself and I had to admit that I was vain,
and I did not pay attention to the ones that loved me.
Looking back, I realised that I was selfish and horrible
to all the boys and girls that adored and admired me.
I did not stop to think whether they were laughing with me
or even worse, mocking at me while I was impressing them.
I am not exquisite but deformed and monstrous
Like a repulsive and terrifying demon.
Also I blame myself for my actions
I really have made a fool of myself back then.
If I ever do get a second chance in life,
would I ever return the love to all my friends?
But there is no other way or answering this question
because there is no answer to it.
I have totally disgraced myself in life,
I wish that I could have learned to love other people.
All that is left of me now is a pale and lovely flower,
growing out of a dark and chiselled egg.
I feared that all my life has been wasted
in these sad, lonely and very long years.
I know that my vanity will go down in history
And to people, it would be no longer a mystery.
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