Game Is Rigged Poem by Wolf the poet

Signs and signals are showing
Treading this road carefully I am
The other side of the coin is showing
Everything was just an illusion

Words turning to spears
Any attempt to confront turns to anger
No room for a conversation
One sided it always is

My voice has been clipped
The world turned upside down and slipped
Regain myself I will
A promise I make unto my black book

I am losing my grip each mail I read
Each mail a door that closes with greed
Of self importance and look me down
if I don't care I see you drown

It's sad that things turn out this way
of pure self want and push away
The why I ask will never be told
This day and more my heart be bold