Falling into a pit of desperation
Knowing my happy ending is distant from me
The strings being pulled in multiple directions
But my puppeteer continues to move me towards reality
Letting me learn every step of the way
That life is just a game that I have to play
I walk into the arena
Sweat dripping down my forehead onto the ground
I try to catch my breath but it's time for the next round
I have to continue, and I have to win
I walk into the locker room and look in the mirror
Seeing someone I thought I loved
Yet feel the hate embracing me into a hug
Suffocating my existence losing my breath
I collapse onto the ground and see myself.
YOU ARE READING
Life is a simulation, but self-love is a game.
PoetryThis is one of the many poems I wrote for my creative writing class. I fell out of love for writing once I got into college and dealt with a lot of crap that I am slowly writing again. All of my poetry is up for interpretation. Whatever you think it...
