My Life Poem by Elizabeth Tyrrell

My life is like a game,
My parents are the players,
They fight to win,
Their prize is me,
I'm stuck in the middle,
Sometimes I can escape,
But others I'm trapped to see who wins,
I want to run away and never return,
But I stay to see if it'll change,
I'm a slave to my mother,
I'm a liability to my father,
There's only one person that keeps me going,
I can't leave her to fend for herself,
Like my brother did to me,
I shall live for her sake,
And be the prize of this game,
But I will not let them strip me down of what I am,
I won't let anyone choose who I will become.