I played the game and played it well,
Till it brought me here today.
As a child, exposed and vulnerable,
For protection, the blanket would stay.

I wrapped it around me tightly,
And clung through years untold,
Manipulating and controlling,
Behind this shield of gold.

I chose to see no further,
And exploited every stitch,
Till it lay in threads around me,
Yet still I rewove and knit.

As time went on, half-clad,
I bared the dark side of my soul,
But turned my head and stooped so low,
To make that blanket whole.

I wore it thin, nine lives it lived,
Till that fabric was no more,
And the threads I used for cover,
Bore a blistering open sore