You play me like a puppet,
You torture me with your words,
You make sure everyone sees,
You make sure they don't disbelieve,
How you feel about me,
For I am just your fool, right?
When all I want to do,
Is fuss and fight,
But I am tangled up in your web,
I see the ghost of happiness instead,
I see myself cry in my bed,
Remembering how you violated me,
How you twisted your words to hurt me,
For I am nothing to you,
Yet everything to you,
For I ease your bad days with my tears,
I ease that complicated yearning,
For that something I can't pinpoint.
I just allow myself to suffer at your hands,
I allow you to carry out your plans,
But from where I stand,
That can go on no longer,
For I am older, wiser,
And definitely stronger.
I just have to walk away,
I just have to have my say,
And not let you play,
Those mind games,
That you always play.
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