No Compassion

No Compassion

Our therapist said,

as she rolled up to him

knee to knee

“You’re a bully.”

My heart stopped.

I thought he would bolt.

Instead he chuckled, said

“I guess you’re on to me.”

I never knew he knew

he was a bully, considers

it a complement, he relishes

 in it.

She rolled up to me, said

“You hired on to teach him.

What you failed to notice,

he wasn’t advertising.”

He is a narcissist.

He has a disease

aligned with narcissism.

It is all about him.

He has a public demeanor

endearing ways, what 

caught me once, so many

years ago.

Tonight he talked to me

of his need for compassion

how difficult this disease is.

I dug down deep, nothing.

I can’t conjure compassion

there’s too much damage.

I perform my duty to him.

I am only the hired help.