"It's really not fair
I don't mean to complain, but do you even care
It is easy for you to not think
About what you do
And how you hurt all those around you
You just went away
Fro my life
Never thought I'd see
Another day with you near me
And you just come back
Did you even think as you pulled me off the rack
And said once again you love me
Or am I just your little game
Am I just a toy, my heart just a piece
That you will throw out, will your brow even crease
As you hear this
Does it make you sad or does it make you pissed
Did I find you out
Or do you want to give me a teary kiss"
~Grace Marshall
From my poem, "Your Little Game"
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