I never really learned to play all the other kids’  games,
I was too busy licking wounds from branded names,
I never stole or harmed or even cheated,
So why am I always the one mistreated?
She can put you through hell and make you walk on fire,
But she keeps you trapped in her twisted desire,
I am standing here with my heart in your hands,
Making all these empty-promised plans,
Ones you are willing to give up for her,
Still menacingly caught in her deceitful allure,
Don’t lead me on to wring me out- high and dry,
Don’t tell me these secrets that do more than imply,
I know that I built this kingdom of ours to fall,
I knew she had you spell bound in her devilish enthrall,
So here I am once again left to unwind the thread I pull,
Forever to roam the games people play an outcast; unloveable.