I play the game I have no time for.

Games, games, time to stop the game.
 Just another piece or is the puzzle already complete?
Are we at the start or have the others finished?
 The master stroke or just a joke?

Tricks on me, my little trixie.
 No time for anything but truth.
I can see the lies, the alibis, the deception on your lips.
 But I know this game, you hide your pain, and I play it better than you.

Are you ready for another round?
Do you fear to lose? I'd risk it all to win.
 I want it more than you.

WHY?
 Because the rules tell us so.
Who's rules? Your rules? My rules?

I quit. I'll make my own, I don't need your games.

Why won't the ball come home with me?

Am I the player or the played?

Reviews

[justjenn_2u]

I think she is playing hard too. I am drawn to this poem because it leaves me guessing. I like these challenging type poems now : }