What the fuck do you want from me that isn't conditional? You give and give and give only so you can take, imposing unspoken expectations of me; It is a perpetual game I can only sense I sense and guess, I reflect then I move on, because you make things tedious. Your wiles and devices explore my insight, prompting my perplexity; I haven't asked for this and when I remain composed, unswayed one way or the other but maintained, same as always you decide you want more without asking and your generosity becomes conditional yet again. You misrepresent me, display me as your toy, offering impressions I have no control over; I am not yours, my identity is not yours to manipulate or control, My name is not yours to place an imprint upon. Stop playing these fucking games! You confuse me, devise me, use me place expectations upon me beyond my awareness and I can never meet what I am clueless of; Your games and manipulations only push me away and in the end, as you were once my friend, I will have naught to do with you.