Narcissist Him/He

Whatever I utter, it’s a misuse of expressions
Giving my soul a catastrophic impression
It’s all about me always being erroneous
A mingle of regrets killing my Antonius 
Speak of my will speak of my heart
Always fail in the games of his smart
Even if try to mirror his enchainment,
He finds his way to take his containment
I tried to write of his love for distraction
But the ailment of heart do it’s subtraction
Taking whatever he wants and needs
Whenever I complain he never agrees
God, he made me an absolute disappointment
Unluckily he’s my only curing ointment
All helpless in his irrational victories
Forgot his affinity, honor and mysteries
No compensation on demonstrating him right
Smashing my head, turning my blood white
No declaration of remorse or apology
There’s no sorry in a narcissist psychology