No More Games, No More Tears, No More Life.

I’ve been through this
A thousand and one times before
And I refuse
To feel this anymore.

In the playground
Their game had me as meat
While they trampled on me
With their words and with their feet.

Out around town
Abuse and torment
Sinful faces that I know
Will never repent.

And still, even now
That the past is in the past
You’d think the abuse
Would be over at last?

But I still live in fear
Of these people I come across
It seems to be always their gain …
And eternally my loss.

© Copyright Sharon Ardern 2005