Trapped Poem by Arwen Undomiel

When I think of what could have been,
And I remember what has been done,
It all becomes clear to me that it was never really meant to be.
Pondering the good times,
And choking back the bad,
Somehow, my confusion remains the same.
Maybe I will never understand,
Or maybe I just don’t want to.
Was it just a game to you?
You never will realize what you did,
And to assume the unreal...
It was your game and I never really had a choice, did I?