Control

You hurt me

By being you

I’m not about any of this

And i feel

Like a child

Who doubles as a punching bag

For sport

For fun

For game

That you don’t  even know you play

I don’t wanna win

At your game

I don’t want play

I don’t know who the fuck you are
Right now

But i know that this sucks
And feels like shit
And i want to go away
Alone
And not be anything like that to you


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