Mind Games

After all these years, You still know how to push me around the gameboard, Playing all your little mind games, Whether it's looking for my sympathy, Or my opinion, Funny how you've never looked for my love, I always seem to play the game wrong, No matter how many times I swear I won't play, You suck me in, How coy you are, You've mastered this game so well, Making me feel inadequate at every turn on the gameboard, Do not pass go, Do not collect $200, Community Chest says you owe, owe, owe, No money, No defense of myself, Time for me to go straight to jail, A jail I picked all those years ago, Unknowingly, at the time, Young and nieve, So full of hope and love, Not knowing I was a pawn in your game, One to move around the board, Either forwards or back at your will, Now the tables are reversed, A little more even are the sides, I've learned how to play the game back, It makes both of us bitter, I can taste the bile on my breathe, Hating the person I've become, Protecting my pieces on the gameboard, I don't want to win at any cost, The game was suppose to be for both our enjoyments, When did it turn into a bitter battle to dominate, To win...and at what cost..."venting" Written March 3rd, 2002 © on Mar 03 2002 09:45 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1