i can’t win...

there’s a hurt that comes with losing,

when you can’t opt out of the game.

i’m not even asking for a perfect life,

i’m just asking not to run the risk.


but i can’t win...

those who do love to keep playing,

taking for granted all that they gamble,

they can afford to lose, but hate to,

and lash out on anyone in their way.


so i can’t win...

i’m always put in positions to lose,

to be seen as a threat, as a rival.

i wish we could all share the wealth,

but they won’t feel special that way.


now i can’t grin...

hard to feel happy with all on the line.

all of which they feel is disposable,

as long as they get the adrenaline,

acting impulsive just to feel something


and now i sin...

just to get on their level, their wave,

knowing its wrong, that its not me,

but if they get to, then why not me?

why am i condemned to kindness?


because i can’t fucking win.

i have to let them disregard me,

i have to let them demolish me,

i have to let them demonize me.


or else they don’t get to live.


~ tytoos ~


some fine tuning #4