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Thoughts From A Slave: part 1

We've talked and laughed
but as time passes
you've made me realize what I am....

I am the nothingness
that you do not believe in
thus you make me what you want me to be
...your slave...

"Humor me" you say
and simply I play the game...
to weak to stand
to weak to speak
I give you what you want
behind the illusion of the real me....

Though here I am..
cursing your existence
for condemning me to love you

when it was me
who sold my wings

Simply to playing the game....

Author notes

Some times this is how i feel my friends treat me...though in the end it's realy my fault...hahahahahaha!!!!!!!!
4-13-09

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  • Sadijara
    April 24
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    Hmmm. This piece really got me to thinking: is it really about playing the game? or is about being a slave to our emotions such as need, desire, fear of being left out or alone. Very Interesting realization. I love any writing that makes me look at my self. Your sense of humor is what lifts the intensity of "the game" win or lose eh?


    • nobumagawaX
      April 26
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      ^_^

      haha..yah!..though i've been more stric with my friends after i wrote this poem.


  • chaiss1
    April 14

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    glad you can laugh at such mistakes you can make...and because the things are so personal it adds a suddin realness to it...