On some days, the world isn't fair. Like yesterday and the day before and I don't see how it will be any more Their eyes roll and sign it wasn't enough when you give it all you had and more. Of all the million selves I go through each day the hopeless one is the worst to be for I like to have things in my own hands and have the only one to blame as me. If it were upto me I would survive I would shoot everything in this quiver of mine and if I died in battle I'd rise again for I would learn how to win the next time. But my victories aren't my own to grant My losses come from the ego of strangers A mere chesspiece in their corrupted games the one who has everything to wager. And yet this game of chess is like no other for the pawn is the one to blame They made it so there's only so far I can go and yet I crumble with shame. I can yell "the game is rigged" with all my might a red pill too hard to digest for the ones who won are bas