I’m over playing your cruel games

Fed up with you calling me ugly names

Always trying to follow your rules

That you constantly change to make me the fool

I’m over and done, you’re on your own.

I’m taking my ball and going home.

I was going through some of my old writings today and came across this one. I don’t know how long ago I wrote it but someone must have pissed me off that day, lol.  I’ve always used writing as self-therapy. Processing trauma, confrontation, and other emotional issues by sculpting prose or poetry. I don’t really react in the moment to confrontation, I’d rather walk away and think about it and if I get a chance address it at a later point in time. I guess I’m a thinker not a fighter.