Playing Games - Poem by Joshua Wyatt
I played a game.
A game that i thought i could win.
Even though the odds were against me.
I still believed that i would win.
I tried to be an honest player,
but i was treated like a cheater.
I pretended it didn't bother me,
but i could only pretend for so long.
There I was ready to make my big move.
I had waited so long for this.
I would finally really be in this game.
Then suddenly game over.
I had lost before i could make something happen.
Now i knew that this game was impossible to win.
Well at least for me it was.
Why invite me to play then?
Why invite to a game....
where you wouldn't give me a chance to win?
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