Everyone consumes my soul,

For on me they lay their blame;

Exploitation based on tiny things,

That perpetuate this game.

 

Years of never daring to dream,

Of time I can’t reclaim;

The kiss of life lost with no courage,

To learn to play your game.

 

Under a blanket of darkness,

I suffocate with shame;

It dulls me when you are near,

Advantageous to your game.

 

Somehow you’ve broke my feelings,

My emotions and my name;

Belittling me to worthlessness,

As I struggle in your game.

 

I trust in total truth,

But truth you don’t proclaim;

Add to the cruelties of my life,

I’m too weak to play your game.

 

You pretend to understand.

My hopes, my dreams, my aim;

But through my sorrows and sadness,

You dominate the game.

 

Perhaps it wouldn’t have been so bad,

Had I known before worse came;

That very moment and into tomorrow,

We would continue to play the game.

                                                                                                                           

You say you’re there to help me,

You must think that I’m insane;

You never will recapture me,

I won’t play your silly game.

 

If you understood how I face each day,

Living in misery and pain;

Maybe you could try to listen,

And we could finally stop this game.

 

 

~Yvonne Renee Moore