My skin surrounds my tattoos,
Blood rushing to my eyes and down to the chessboard,
My grip tightening when you lie,
And I know when someone isn't my friend.
Now my tattoos are red,
I'm smiling even when it's inappropriate,
All because you insisted in a dog eat dog world by playing checkers.
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Author:
Raye (
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- Comment from author about the poem: When the perpetrator pretends to be the victim but I know better than they do.
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