As I lay here praying for sleep, Thoughts flood my mind, And I begin to weep.
As Realizations come to light Why couldn't I see what was in plain sight?
All the times you made me cry And all those times I believed Your lies.
Never good enough to be First choice, always just an option without a voice.
So now I'm broken, My self worth gone It was my insecurities You played upon
I hope you enjoyed your little game. And I hope your win was worth my pain.
Written by: Vicki Christison Sept 08,2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem