The board of life

At certain moments in life
A realisation occurs,
that some of us are the pieces on a chess board

One might mistakenly assume that you walk in the direction you choose,
Or that you think what you wish to think.

People around you make their moves and play upon their strategy,
and you are part of it.

You can break free and do what is done unto you,
or you can break free and never look back.

Tied down by the pain of being a pawn, that I cannot be.
Thought I was the queen, oh don't be silly.
I just fell into place, filled a space; isn't that what life is all about?
Then you find out that you were not the best piece and perhaps never meant to be.

The heart and mind shatter, with a scream stuck inside you.
A stream of tears roll down your face, too exhausted to wipe them away.
You wake up at night, wondering if the blow was real.
The pain will follow; you are too numb to feel.

I bring it upon myself perhaps, my naivety or simplicity.

I say to myself 'chin up', but with anger and anguish in mind.