(Is it me, or the likes of me?)

Borrowing from Browning

My resistance… to-futile-last-grasp,
It’s apparent she’s not here to play;
Again, my freedom forked her way.

I was an army… now a force of one,
Trapped In theater just inches wide
by whom assumed was on my side.

Is it me, or the likes of me, she suffers?
Rhetorical… knowing answers to both;
Abashedly borrowing from Browning…
“Quick loving hearts… may quickly loathe.”