Rage
I wake up at around 8
My controller jumping in my hand
My PS4 waking up
I choose the game that means the most to me
I play until my stomach yells at me
I grab some food
Go back to the game
And play until dark
Game after game
Hours after hours
I played until I broke my fingers
I kept losing then I stopped moving
Then I threw my fist into the wall
Rage, Rage, Rage
This poem is about:
Me
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