Walked Away Wounded

I wish someone had been engaged in my life
enough to offer moral support. I chased after
little boys in adulthood, just someone to help me
understand my worth and what I could stand for
or not before the genuine men came along,
but by then, I was no longer interested in their
childish games. I was used to disappointments.
Someone always walked away wounded
in my crusade, to figure out this mess.

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