My Game

I wish to be anywhere

But here.

Not with her.

She doesn't play the game fairly.

Anything she says, goes.

Any word I say doesn't matter.

She plays her own game

Well mother, so do I.

My game is deadly

And able to break people.

It is a brutal game

But I am able to play it.

My mother uses her own tactics

Against mine.

To hopefully weaken my strategy.

It will not work this time

My mother.

The rules are switched up

And will continue to change.

I control the game

You do not.

 

Reviews

[x]

Good luck there.
Brave words are always a good start to any strategy...
Like the rattling of a sabre if you like.

That was a fun read. Thanks for posting

[Art Sun]

each individual has a certain character and way of viewing their life and the emotional ties to a parent...it is when one begins to realize that they are more than just a person held down by elder ideas that one seeks to be their own...nice work on this self expression through poetry...

[Broken.]

...and do I know it! My mother tends to do the same as well as you've read in "Missing Child". (btw thanks so much for the reviews, much appreciated) As much as we want to go against everything she says for control over our own body and minds' sake, they seem to shut us down immediately and may just never comply. Great poem.

[Dawn Jones]

It is the games we all must rise above, letting go of the inflicted barbs of others. We must rise above the games and show them all that WE are the better for our indifference. Because the best way to hurt another... is to simply stop caring. Hate is not the opposite of love, indifference is.

[Holly O'Brien]

does this have to do with an overprotective parent? if it does, then i couldn't agree more lol!!!....interesting poem, seems very angry and in demand of some independence...very nice ;)

[mope]

Indeed that is how it goes. You've captured the anger well. And it is all good training for when you are in her position :)