I have an addiction
I'm not proud of
But I'm deep into it
And feel so lost
I've learned the game
Of how to gamble
With my feelings and time
For you to stay here
This game we play
Is bugged from start
Where you dominate from the start
And I look so far gone
Gaining understanding and featuring loss
In the casino we build of ours
This game is above me
While we both pretend
I fail to play this game
While you make the rules
Change when you like
And stop when you can
I hate the fact
That you have the upper hand
This addiction of the game
Is out of my hand
I plead to leave
In a silent wave of hand
You ignore as usual
Do nothing even though you know a little
The addiction increases
The gambling sky rockets
I lose and lose and lose
While you receive the attention needed
I try once more
While I'm on the edge
Of bankruptcy
Taking one last chance
Maybe this time I'll win a little
Hope to myself
For one round
So that I'll have enough
To gamble the next time
But the rules are in your hand
And you didn't lose a single game
I sell the last piece of myself
To you,- my highest bidder
At least you smiled content
At this game of addiction
While I lose it all
Hoping for rehab.
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Twenty Two!
PoetryA collection of light and dark themed self musings that won't dissapoint you. Enjoy!
