They know what they're doing
They know it hurts
They know I'm embarrassed
They toy with my emotions
Like they're a deck of cards
The bend and tear them
They tell me they care
Then turn and tell another that
They tell me I'm important
Then stab me in the back
What am I
Am I just your plaything
Do I matter
Do my emotions matter to you
Does it matter if I hurt
If I love
If I cry
Or get jealous
Does my love for you mean nothing
You toy with my emotions
It's not fair
I am defenseless
How can I deny my love
How can I hide my longing
How can I hide my embarrassment
Its simple really
Just smile and giggle
Its just a game right
Yeah emotions are toys to you
You with them as you please
I am your way of making life seem simple
I am a console
My emotions
The game
Please I beg you
Tell me why
Why is it so important that I hurt
That I don't know how to feel
How to act
How to hide
Hwy do my emotions
Seem like so much fun for you to
Break and burn
And rip apart
My emotions are not to be messed with
Can you tell me why you do this
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I know this seems a little childish. Believe it or not. This chapter was hard to write. I didn't know if I should publish this for a bit. I decided I would. Please comment and tell me if you can relate to this.
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Life And After
PoetryThis book consists of emotional poetry that has many different meanings to myself. I did write these and I DO NOT give permission for them to be used elsewhere unless you ask me and I approve it. Please read this and do not post mean or hurtful comm...
