The Pushover

By Hannah DeHaan

You play with my mind like it’s a game,

Making it look like I’m the one to blame,

You make me feel like I’m the problem,

Just so you can be the one who gets to blossom.

I fall for your tricks left and right,

As you’re laughing so carelessly out of sight 

I wear the mask of happiness and joy,

Letting you use me like a toy,

But in the end, it is always you who gets destroyed.