An anonymous poet wrote this amazing poem which really resonated with me.

My mom calls me a token,
You know those bright, shiny coins.
The one's that get you access to certain games and experiences.
Well some other people called me a token too.
They're my friends.
I love my friends like sisters.
Well until they added another token,
And into their romantic lives too.
They didn't feel for their tokens,
Lacking the emotion they shared with others common to them.
So, how did they feel about me?
Their best friend,
I had to be on a higher level than some boy toy,
I've been with them for years,
Invited them to my house,
Used my money on them,
Shared my secrets,
But I was just a token.
I gave them access to my life,
I let them make a game out of me,
But I don't blame them,
After all the access isn't everlasting,
Say goodbye to your token,
Cause your last one is gone.
I know somehow you'll take grasp of another,
Whether stealing or buying more.
But you know you can't always hack a game for perks right?
It can destroy the game if you don't know what you're doing.
Now you're wasting a token,
How does it feel to have watched it go to waste?
Hate to admit it, but I want to see your pained face,
I want to see you regret your decision,
I want you to be sad you lost,
And that you didn't get the highest score.
But, that wouldn't be right of me,
Then again who cares,
I'm just a token,
Someone will try to use me again.