Youre Little Game - Inspiration for " Time" Poem

So the game starts,
you break my heart,
then you move on,
and my soul is gone,
my life is in vain,
but you want to cause more pain,
the finish line in sight,
I cry with all my might,
you win the game,
I feel that I'm to blame,
you laugh, I cry,
and then I die.

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Oh my...I wrote this when I was 15. I recently came across the old site I was a member of (www.zenhex.com) and found my old account. This was one of my better expressions of classic teen angst. I sort of feel old now considering this was written nearly six years ago ._. ...I hope you enjoy a glimpse of the angst that was the teenage me. I really find it amusing, I thought the world was over because one guy was a mild jerk, and high school was hard. Now here I am nearly 21, and though life has changed, it still has its trials, but after reading through all of my old poems (about how my broken heart would never mend, and traitorous friends would change me forever) I realize how small my world really was. Neither the guys I briefly dated in high school (so brief, they don't technically count (no more than a week), nor the friends who left me behind (though really, who needs friends like that, or as with most [not saying all] high school relationships, superficial 'relationships' of weeklong 'lovers'.

Maybe it is the fact that I have matured, and not every little thing is the end of the world. Maybe it is because I have experienced worst in the last two years that my worst dilemmas are almost rendered meaningless in comparison. Perhaps they made me stronger, and as such they no longer bind me within the 'depths of despair', as I had once dramatically phrased it. Whatever the reason, I am filled with nostalgia, and I have realized the changes I have underwent since then. Although, I cannot help but wonder, what I will think of my current poems 6 years from now when I am 27, and how I will reflect upon the undergraduate stage of my early twenties. An interesting thought really, on how quickly time does pass us by; and we make changes we hardly notice, yet affect us so profoundly.