Expressions of a poor man

Done

I'm done with this,

This endless game,

Beforehand, I would have chased you,

Through wind and snow and rain.

But I'm suddenly aware,

Of really how little you care,

So I'm done, out of your hair,

Even though it's not fair,

We're honestly not the perfect pair.

We're so different in our ways,

You hate life,

I hate this phase.

I wish it would go back to old days,

You always being happy,

Instead of "Oh, my life is SO crappy!"

You have your devilish ways,

I have to keep a straight face,

I have to be happy,

Because nobody else wants a win,

Everybody else is sappy,

They cut their skin.

But I'm done with this,

This endless game,

Though your view might not be the same.