Literature
It's -not- a Game
I try to focus, to zoom in
let everything else
just drop away
but I can't.
What do they think?
What will they say?
This is what you do
and I hate it.
I can't tell you how it is,
or how I want it to be;
and you can't tell me
what you're thinking.
It's just a big dark
cloud of WTF.
I'm tired of the truth
and the secrets hurt
but the lies make me
really sick.
Every time I try to tell you,
my mouth clogs up,
I can't breathe
I just can't say it.
So, why don't we try this again?
It's like a gamebut not.
It's not "sorry, go back to home,"
"go straight to jail"
"go fish," or "yahtzee!"
It's not even