My Game by Dia Elliott
Subhuman, you may think I am
I guess it's what I portray.
It seems like I'm some evil bitch,
But alone I cry everyday.
I'm just as weak as you are
Except I don't let it show.
You see how mean I can be
No friends, I only have foes.
I'm okay with how I am
I wonder, are you okay too?
Everything I say or do
Is just to get back at you.
This is the story of my life
Do you like it at all?
I wonder, just how would you feel
If you knew you made me fall.
Every time I trip, I stutter
You're the one to blame
How long will it take
For you to play my game?
The game, it goes like this-
I give you what you give to me.
Does it all make sense now?
Is it clear enough to see?
You're the one who starts
And I will be the latter.
It's a really great game
My mind, my soul you batter.
Now you know the rules
Shall we start to play?
This game will go on forever
Day, after day, after day..
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