Forfeit

It’s like this isn’t
Even real, it is a parody
Of living, a shadow
Or pretence of happiness
Where I am nothing
But a puppet being pulled
By strings. Who is my
Puppeteer? I truly
Have no idea.

All I do know
Is that I long for a past
That I didn’t live,
Another time, a different world
Where there’s still so much
Love, life, a fight to give.
That’s what makes me so
Sure that this life is
Just a forfeit.

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