When in Rome

I think I am lost.... I don't know who I am, or why I let all this crap continue to control me. I am just moving forward blindly and it is confusing, lonely and dark. I can't control what you do, I never wanted to. Nobody knows who I am speaking to and quite frankly, if you do, then know this. To him I am just a f*ck buddy. Yup. All I am. Just something to mess with. Not caring that a creature out there loves you and you go on your marry way. It is sick and twisted. Your vile games have me thinking through to the point where sleep becomes impossible though I already had regular insomnia. I can't think straight. And after we broke up, you continued to act like my boyfriend behind EVERYBODY'S back. Kissing me, flirting. I am just saying, and I want to know, Isn't that f*cked up?