The Game

The Game

By Allie Marie

My problem is I don’t want to play the game

that makes me insane.

Round they all go.

The push and pull is all the same.

I take three steps forward and four steps back.

You say sorry and attack.

What am I to you?

Just another move.

I’m a means to an end –

an acquaintance and never a friend.

All for a silly little prize,

you live only to survive.

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