I think I have figured things out

Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong
You have formed an alliance
A group, five to six men strong
Composed of all my exes
And the could-have-beens
And together you have conspired
To rob me of my dreams.
You have connived to place me
In perpetual dissatisfaction
To keep my standards low
And to lessen expectations.
You swore to leave me in the dark
Probably dropped me a forgetful pill or two
So that I would go back again and again
To men always sort of like you.
Well, I am on to your devious plot
I deserve better, I truly believe
This girl has seen the last of your lot
Pack up your wares and leave.
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