the sim is everything

Sun, 04/29/2018 - 02:19 -- 312vw

The Sims is everything

And when I say everything

I don’t mean it in the cliché trendy girly way

Of omg this is everything

I mean it in this is everything

I spent hours

Days

Sitting at my computer screen

Being absorbed into a Disneyland I have created for myself

My own version of Disneyland

I pop the disk in

Chew my hubba bubba bubblegum

I pick and choose my attributes

My personality traits

My skills

At this moment in time I don’t see what’s happening

Happening

Back to the game

I just lost the game by the way

My fellow nerds are all cursing me in their heads

Next is my face

Well actually that’s first but I’m a little out of order

So after that is wardrobe

Picking and choosing how I want my sim to look like

Not aware that this is reality

That I’m creating myself

But not actually creating myself

Myself

That every day is a sim game and I am creating myself

And by the way 

If anyone tells you they haven’t made themselves as a sim

Their lying

We all have done it

We do it everyday

We create the ultimate simulation daily

Sims just helps us make sense of it

Sims makes us forget that all

We are ever doing is playing games

Life is a game

Life is a

Sick

Twisted

Game

I won’t let it play me

I created my own sim

I created.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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