If it looked at me

I'm sure that victory

would lose




I never choose to cast a doubt

I'd rather pack my bags and

hightail out

but

I am

locked into this role I play

I have no sanity

I have no say




if I chose the winning side

those on the other side would

claim a

foul.




My hands are tied

my brain is tired

and I have tried

really, really

tried

tried until I cried




I'll cry no more




close my mouth

close the door

leave.