The game

A poem about the games we all play with one anothers feelings

I have no wish to play your games,
my heart feels heavy here.
Each time you call me names,
I run and hide in fear.

Why must it be so complicated?
Is this life not just for love?
It has to be domesticated,
no need to push and shove.

I get confused and feel despair,
to feel this every day.
I'm in this life to show I care,
and for this I have to pay?

With sadness, anger and grief,
these things I try to hide.
but they lurk just underneath,
and wrestle with your pride.