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This is not a game

This is not a game.

 

I am not going to be controlled by some stupid,

Greedy,

Arrogant,

Manipulative

Player like yourself.

I am not a piece in your game,

So stop treating me like plastic.

Stop pretending you can use me to win,

Where you get all the benefits,

And I get absolutely nothing in return.

 

You use me to get what you want,

Then you push me to the side.

You figure:

*You don't need me anymore.

A winner deserves better.

But in my book you are not a winner.*

You may have learned how to control me once,

How to own me,

How to make me do whatever it takes for you to win.

But never again will I allow that to happen.

 

And now I'm just trapped in a box,

A dreadful box you placed me in.

You make it a point to play me again sometime,

But quite simply never get around to it.

You used me like a piece in a game.

And do you know how that feels?

I have never felt so unwanted,

Unneeded,

Undesirable

In my entire life.

But you don't care,

Because you are the game master,

And you will do whatever it takes to win.

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maddie-reed
American
Published
May 29, 2013
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