Toys, Games And Other Tricks Of The Heart. Poem by Sandra jacks

You thought you could see,
right through me,
but it was just another trick,
You see I let you think it true...

To me it was always just a game,
you were my new toy,
harmless in your own way,
you might have caught a glimpse,
and seen more of me than my other toys but,
just a glimps and that was all,
pushed you away like an old doll,
makes me sick to know I'm this way,
playing with toys then pushing them away,
but I'm used to games and playing tricks,
and now you're hurt,

...*breath*......they always get hurt,

injury is a necessity in this game,
my toys so emotionally attached to me,
I keep them at a good far.... --distance,
making them like [enjoy] what they see,
but it's just a trick and it's not the real me,
they only figure me out,
by the [tick tock] time it is too late,
because I let them,
I'm in control of my own fate,
I let them think they are in control,
until they've lost grasp of the word in all,
just a game,
just a toy,
for who could take serious a doll?