em>This is not a game.
I am not going to be controlled by some stupid,
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 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,
In my entire life.
But you don't care,
Because you are the game master,
And you will do whatever it takes to win.