Games Poem by Angela Colburne

Sitting there across the room
Do you know what I'm thinking about?
Do you think I'm the same kind of fool you're used to?
Do you realize I've figured you out?

What kind of game are you trying to play?
What makes you think you can treat me this way?
How do you feel at the end of your day?

Don't really know if I can trust you.
Things that you say don't match the things that you do.
Deep down I want to think that you mean what you say,
But then you turn around and treat me this way.

But, still drawn in like a moth to a flame,
I allow myself to get all caught up in your game.
And then I feel so much pain.

Walls are built, lines are drawn,
I lose myself trying to avoid the storm,
That comes with the pain.
I feel so torn, want to save the soft woman who cries deep within, but
that hard cold shell always wants to win.

Angela Colburne