I’m hyponotised
I’m mesmerised
can’t draw my eyes away.
A magnetism, unsurpassed.
Pulling me closer and closer
to the cold water’s edge.
So close, I
could slip and fall in
eternally contented to die
in the well of my own charms.
For I am the daughter of Narcissus
With such talent and prowess
Can’t you all see it?
Can’t you all hear it?
My reflection always singing
Look at me
Look at me
LOOK AT ME
Poetry for Dullards 