I don't want to play a game

I don't feel the same,
I feel like there's a void.
A pain creeps up my chest,
and I'm becoming so annoyed.

You said,
you'd think about it,
and tell me when you decide,
but instead you disappeared,
and chose to run and hide.

When did this become a game,
when did I volunteer to play?
When did I have to bow my head in shame,
and quickly run away?

You're mentally incomplete,
still special,
but very weak.
Brittle bones,
could break with stones,
and you're an outsider,
and so alone.

I want an answer,
not a riddle,
I hate these things.