The Player

Shattered.
That’s how I feel now.
What did I do to deserve this?

If this is just a game for you,
Please stop it.
I don’t know how to play your game.
I refuse to join you.

If this is just an amusement for you,
Kindly hold it there.
Not me.
I’m not entertained.

Walk away.
Far, far away from me.
Leave me alone.
I’ve got no time for online games.

August 2005

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