The Crying Game

I seem to be very good at this game.
Everyday I give it a go.
It never fails.
How deliciously sensitive I am
to the very slightest wave of emotion.
I have always been this type of person though,
and I am not confused.

Sometimes I feel so tough and brutish.
Others, so fragile, delicate.
Handle me with care.
I wonder if I'll pass this down to my children;
fickle displays of emotion,
uncertain crys,
and bemused anguish.

Oh I hope not.

I will not think about it too hard.
We have for far too long.
And yes, we are pros at the sport
but we will not play the crying game anymore...