Life is a poker chip; so play it

A poem that doesn't rhyme.

You think Im easy prey
because I don't speak up
but my words are bigger than your ego
I can make them hurt

Thats why I keep my mouth shut
To save you from my harshness.
I can make words look you right in the face
And they are painful

The things that have been said to me,
I will take then to my grave
Sometimes the bad
is easier to believe than the good

But thats how it is
It might get better
it might not
Its just the way life gambles on your happiness.