The Game
You're fat. You're short.. You're dark. You're fake. You're choice of you is a huge mistake. A joke. A laugh. A taunt. A tease. The words are a game, a chance to be funny. A player. A winner. A loser. A game. At the expense of their hurt, you get your fame. A cry. Some pain. A pill. A cut. You said it was just fun, but... but... but... A death. A cry. The family must hurt. Now tell me your game, what was it worth? A life? The grief? Shattered hearts? Think when you play this game for a grin, because is a taken life really a win?
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