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Rated: E · Poetry · Family · #1344565
This a poem on how my real dad, mind games as I call them hurt, and what they mean to me.
Mind Games


Time after time
You take my love for you,
and pull me apart with it
What is this game you play?
For you play a deadly one.

What would you do when
I break and there nothing left of me,
for you to toy with, to hurt, and to brake

What then will become your
game of choice?

Well you toy with someone new,
Or well you feel anything for those you toyed with?
When will this game end?

Will it end when you lose
all those you care for
Or say you do
What are we to you, dear father

Are we just your toys, your games to be broken
are we not your family, your heart, your children

Do we mean so little to you?
Is this game so fun you break us, erode us, and pull us apart?

Are we just your toys,
Are we nothing to you now?
Where we ever anything to you,
Or are these game all we’re good for in your eyes?

What are we
Oh blood father, are we your toys,
Please tell me why these games most de played

Who and what am I to you, dear father tell me
Tell me what I did wrong to lose you so?
Tell me who I am to you?
What I am to you?

And why should this game be play, the game of hurt, of pain, of heart brake?
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