Friday Haiku

My boundries don't count.

Or so it seems. Why is that?

I'm a push-over.

Even when I say

"No. I couldn't possibly."

What is heard is, "yes".

I draw my lines yet

others are high masters at

manipulation.

And because I don't

play those games, I fall for them

and get sucker-punched.

I think about it;

truly, I have me to blame.

I sound resentful.

And really I am.

It's an ongoing lesson.

I'm tired of it.