The Game

 Was I just part of your mockery skit?

That hit me so hard that I'm going to fall and crawl back to your trap

That you have mapped out for me with strategies that were so precise

that even a sheep couldn't come out of that maze.

Each and every step was a game only a mastermind could play.

Was I too naive or did you take advantage of my kindness?

I thought you were kind and composed, but I didn't quite see what was actually going through your mind.

Maybe because I trusted you a lot

and could give up my whole life, no matter how much I needed myself for you.

But now I understand that I shouldn't have been a savior complex to you every time.

That I regret now because you used me.

You used every little emotion that I had in me,

my helpful nature, my sensitivity, and most of all, you took away my happiness.

Now I feel numb, but not dumb.

It's not too late; two can play this game.

You started it with your mastermind game,

but now I'll be the one who will end it.

I know I've lost a lot of myself fighting my own battles, another one won't hurt me 

but in the end, it's worth  every second,every minute, every hour I spent to end this game.