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Wicked


If I could change anything 

I would change the game

The game people play when it comes to "relationships"

Why? Why fool around and manipulate hearts?

There's no reason, no point

Giving girls unfulfilled hope

Giving boys unfulfilled fantasies

I really don't understand the point of it 

Just to get what you want by playing with her emotions and mind

 She's giving you all of her trust .. all of her and what do you have to offer?

Pain...

She's noticing what you are doing .. she questions you and you lie

So she has to figure out the truth some other way and when she does she loses herself in a world 

she was really living in .

An unmerciful, lying, and hopeless hidden world .

Everything wasn't what it seemed . 

But as days go by she sees the truth  within everyone

Her friends,brother, and herself

And to be honest most people can't cope well in this game

some kill  themselves and some build and learn from it 

Luckily I learned from it  and now I'm growing into a woman 

A woman who is strong enough to not be caught up in that game again

So if it wasn't for these wicked people who had done these things I would've still been that foolish girl.

So thank you for creating the wicked game.

 

 

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shawnytucker
<p>This poem speaks volumes, and any young or old lady can relate to it. It is awesome!</p>

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