Play-Thing

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take my side

only to poison 

my mind


yet I'm trapped

I care for

you


so I wish

I was blind

or perhaps

dumb


not able to see in-between

the words you speak

and the words you mean


the secret truth

we dare not share

for you'd be shown 

as a liar

and I'd be shown

as alone


one miss-step 

and it shatters

why does it

matter


it holds

me by

my ankles

the blood 

trickles

to my head


is this dreed

this is what I need

what I deemed necessary

yet it's empty

but so very heavily

it smashes me 

into a box

that I've made

just to be another

play-thing

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