Game Of Life-Players Win

Guys, you’re all the same.
At least that’s how it seems.
My luck with winners is slim to none.
Each player has their own game.

Of course I would fall for every one of their tactics.
Forcing myself to become damaged goods. Once again.

Leave me, toss me aside.
It’s as if you couldn’t give a damn.
Forlorn I am, oh I wish you cared.
Enough to give me hope, until next time you throw me away.

Placed on your leash is my heart.
Like all the others before me.
And with each violent yank you knock me to the ground.
You let the things I want to hear pour out of your mouth,
Engulfing me, serenading me.
Rejection. Is what I end up with.
Sorry I’m not what you expected, sorry I’m weirder than you thought.

We’re all players
In the game of life.
No one wins.