You turn your back
You give no slack
I try to win your game
But your rules always change
You are no person
No physical being
But yet you have me fleeing
Scared and alone
I try to survive
But survival is not easy
You throw curveballs
And never tell all
But I shall survive
Hit every throw
And play by my rules
Till my times up
I shall deal with you every day
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Just some poems
PoetryThese are just some poems that may not rhyme. I write these using true feelings in these and they mean a lot. No updating schedule. Just whenever I feel like I wrote a good meaningful poem.
