A girl sits

Her eyes begin to glaze over

She has been here for hours

Unmoving,

Focused.

It's her escape

The world is too evil

Too awful

Too scary

Too much for her to cope with.

So she plays games.

But when she is forced out

When she was in high school

She would always doodle

Most of the drawings were depressing

"Just like me"

She wrote a poem or two

To help numb her pain

Then she would go home

And sit behind her screen

And play

Until she fell asleep

Every single day spent

Behind her screen.

Behind my screen.