A Game

“Go to sleep”, I say.
I tell myself as I lay,
I call out to loneliness as I get bored,
And Loneliness brings me a company of thoughts.

You see,
With a face too scary to be shown,
These thoughts have a voice of their own.
They hurl me to the dark land,
That’s where they like to play the game.

You see,
Where they reside with resentment and doubts, grief and pain,
They welcome anxiety and shame.
For when they whisper my name,
That’s when they begin their game.

You see,
For weapons they carry arrows of deceit,
And their armors are made of ego and pride.
Just one whisper of doubt took me down,
They point and laugh as I kneel on the ground.

You see,
No pity they show when they play.
Leave you paralyzed, waiting to be slayed.
Then comes the end of it all,
The hour of judgment with its call.

You see,
To make the judgment, they call upon my name.
It was me against my thoughts after all.
I know my worth, I know that is their defeat,
Quietly, they scramble to their burrows as I reclaim me.

You see,
When I will get bored
I’ll come to play again,
This body is their home as much as it is mine,
These voices are a part of me after all.

-Marie.A.-