Brutal Honesty

It shouldn't be something new.

Words only slow me down.

Simple glance,
  slump of the shoulders.

Eyes turning red.

Exhausted.

Too many games.
 
Never the plaything,
  only the safehouse,
   where others depend.

Waiting for the words,
  praise or condemnation.

Wish it was in writing,
  not in lifel

Reviews

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:: sometimes we have to learn how to say NO to the ones who play games... even if they are close... it took me years to learn this lesson... but now that i have... am never gonna let go of it... i lived without myself for a really long time... never paying attention to my personal life... lost my home with a soul-mate... never again will i make the same mistakes again... i've promised myself that... :: as you can tell, i relate to this piece of poetry very, very, very intensely...

[Jon Roggie]

Not the game player, just a truthful view.

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:: ah... well then... the truth should be administered in palatable doses... you're a chef... you know what happens when there are too many spices or too much of one ingredient... :P

[Jon Roggie]

No worries my friend.

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:)

[Renée]

I always can be wrong...sounds as if life is very heavy and possibly hurtful in spirit..it is hard to be the one to carry the load ..the dependable one...if such is the cause people need to weight the pros & cons making sure pros out weigh the negative...easy to say...hard to implement when it is not a persons nature...

[Jon Roggie]

It is why I am the Tortoise.