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Friday, 13 April 2012

Where do I fit?

I'm not used to your ways. This game you play with me.

Is not to my understanding. What am I supposed to do?

What role in your game, am I to play? Want to be a star. Not an

understudy. I'm not a reserve. A last minute choice.

What part do I play? Where do I fit?

I'm not playing your games.

Drop dead.

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2 comments:

  1. joy pachowicz (DoraJacina)19 August 2011 at 12:31

    I don't think anyone wants to play games ..everyone wants to know where they are in other people's lives..

    Very moving

    joy

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  2. Anonymous19 May 2012 at 10:40

    Games always ends up deeply scaring either one or both people. It's tragic that people do not believe in themselves enough to be honest. Their opaqueness allows them to call the shots in a relationship. Very manipulative either from a fear based or malice place of reference. Compelling poem. I understand your frustration and pain.

    ~Nina

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