Games

 Games, oh the games you play. 

Trying to make my head spin, for me to look the other way. 

Away from the lies you tell: the pity me, look at me, help me. Trapped. 

Trapped inside a cage of words, can’t get free, I’m in too deep. 

You saw my softness and exploited it, you took my tears and toyed with it. 

Have you ever really been honest, do you even know what you do? 

Or is my pain to get back in your game all fame to you? 

What you don’t realize is I’ve been here before, I’ve watched the game; I’ve followed the pattern. 

I know your strikes, I know your tavern. 

This place you’ve built to start a fight, thinking you’ll always win because you force with might. 

I see the light. 

You opened the door to the tavern today beckoning me in, smiling for me to stay. 

I say another time and go on my way, but you throw a strike trying to get in my way. 

Not this time, I hold my ground. You’re on my turf, this is my solid ground. 

I’m not the girl I once was you say, you say it as an insult meant to make me stay.

But I smile as I take another step away, no I’m not and that’s enough for today.