Being Played Or Play Poem by sara Rodriguez

dont judge me you dont know me
who i am.
what do i look like, may not be
what i seem. what he does
makes me want to scream
and shout
throw a fit and pout.
he makes me die inside
when he does this to me,
making me seem like nothing but a
game.
but i am not
i hat fame yeah put ma
name in a frame
dont play me anymore
one day you will see what i do to show you
that i aint playin a game.
so dont play me for a foll i am
way cooler than you.