A game between two boys.
Unbeknownst to me a game of ploys.
Innocence again pained with sadness,
now a shredded mess.
My heart’s trust torn with derision sublime –
mumblings about my innuendos benign.
All to survive a placing indebted,
unfortunate mind-sets too long embedded.
A struggle between integrity and compromise, now worn lean.
Where do I go ? Where have I been ?
Trust my own judgement and cry hidden tears,
witness suspicions abated, no enhancement their fears.
Solitary the pain, subdued the mind in the frame.
Incessant attacks – now lame.
Remembering this game, now wounded with hurt
will never again be the same –
an actress in dignified silence now curt.