Timing
The words were there,
on the tip of my tongue,
but the breath wouldn’t come.
The pain was there,
In the pit of my stomach,
But I wouldn’t die from it.
Exasperated, sighing:
I played the game.
Frustrated, lying:
The outcome the same.
The angst was there,
in the clench of my jaw,
because it is always this flaw.
The regret was there,
At the raise of my hands,
I rebel against my own commands.
Disgusted, ashamed:
played by a user.
I trusted, deranged,
I’m being a loser.
on the tip of my tongue,
but the breath wouldn’t come.
The pain was there,
In the pit of my stomach,
But I wouldn’t die from it.
Exasperated, sighing:
I played the game.
Frustrated, lying:
The outcome the same.
The angst was there,
in the clench of my jaw,
because it is always this flaw.
The regret was there,
At the raise of my hands,
I rebel against my own commands.
Disgusted, ashamed:
played by a user.
I trusted, deranged,
I’m being a loser.
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