I pressed play
Without meaning to.
I didn't want to play the game.
I heard it was scary.
It was just a mistake.
My finger slipped.
It wasn't my fault.
But now, here I am.
Act 14.
Already, I wish the game would end.
But each time I try to press pause,
or exit the game,
it traps me in again with its alluring features.
Only then do I remember
It's all a fascade.
My character's the villain
That everyone hates.
And I hate her too.
So I work up the courage . . .
And press "Quit".
YOU ARE READING
~|:|~Poems~|:|~
PoetryJust a few poems I put together throughout quarantine because I had nothing better to do with my life. Quick warning, some of these deal with dark themes and mental illnesses, such as suicide and self-harm. If you are sensitive to these sorts of top...
