Stakes

I hate competition. It just isn't in me. How we rank and file Away imperfections That make humanity beautiful, Turning laughter into derision Where the only humor left Is the blood on the floor. The sweat and tears To score in a game Where the points don't matter. And they never do. That's why it's a game. I don't get it. I hate competition. I hate being belittled When the other team wins. It's just a game. Why am I made less? It's just a game. And when it hurts when you do? "It's just a game." Then why do you use it To exorcise my humanity Instead of exercising your own? What is the point? What is your score to settle? I don't get it. I hate competition. I hate "us versus them"; The use of them-ing, The out and out outing, The othering, smothering Fires within; Starting fires without Purpose beyond a target To turn a bonfire, A celebration, Into arson; To roast marshmallows And friends made faux. I don't get it.