𝑃𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑃𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦

𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿

𝑀𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑃𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟

Chess is a game played by two,
kings, queens and towers,
places to pursue.
Making their moves,
turn after turn,
however they're lifeless,
and they've got no concern.
I wish to be a figure on the board,
although their turns end,
if they get thrown out,
and off onto the ground send.
I wish for me to get a turn, to make a choice,
and have no concern.
I'd play a game all by myself, because people betray,
even though they should stay.
They want to win,
against my building trust,
for me to lose,
and to settle their lust.
However before leaving,
they'll feel a knife,
stabbed in their back,
my smile full of life.
I bought the board,
taught the ways to win and lose,
including the figures every move.
It's my game that you'll be playing,
It's my name that you'll be saying,
It's my knife that I'll be stabbing,
because my game, my rules.
You chose to play,
means you chose to lose.