Confessions
I confess.
Things are not always as they seem.
I tried setting traps,
I tried pretending,
I tried hiding.
But you stood your ground.
Followed my every move,
Matched every step I took.
I sensed your power and tested my
Theories.
So I played the game.
I pulled all my old tricks
Tried all my moves,
Threw everything I could at you,
Trying to catch you off guard.
Yet, no matter what I did,
You played better.
So now I confess:
From the very beginning,
You had me beat.
You forced open my pages and stole my secrets without even touching me.
You beat me at my own game.
The first and only worthy opponent to taste victory.
But now, it's my turn.
I sensed that power turn into fear and uncertainty.
You flinched at my touch and closed your eyes tightly as I reached for you.
I confess:
I know that face, I know that pain.
It's still the Same game, just different levels.
Dealing with the same hell, just different devils.
So show me your bruises, I know everyone wears them.
Wanting revenge, I bombarded your silent world with prying questions, demanding answers.
With your walls up and guns out,
You shut down.
I have you surrounded,
But you defend every attempt
And always seem to come out on top.
You have done this before.
So I confess: I have too.
I sit and I wait,
Knowing that at some point you will start to go hungry.
But, I know you will wait till you are starving to even think of putting your guns away.
Until then,
Here I wait.
Different isn't it?
You have no idea.
Just you wait.