You do realize that this is a game,
Right?
You might
You think that if you stand up and
Fight
Everything will be alright
But you're wrong
This game is that of minor song
What's the use of staying strong
You're only delaying your own wrong
Undoing
Undone
I'm sick and tired and I'm done
Don't try to convince me
That there is a possibility
That everything's fine and I should consent to this here humility
No, I'll use this ability
To take away the odds of this game
And the pawns of its rein
I don't want to play this game
It cheats and repeats and gives the losing side fame
But what you don't see
Is that the losing side
Is you and me
Minus me
I'm out
I'm on a winning streak
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Mine
PoetryThis is a series of original poems that I wrote so that I could clear my head a bit.
