Game Poem by Phil Panebianco

Look into my eyes,
can you see the hate and despise?
Sick of all the screams and cries.
This dark place in my head,
these sleepness nights I dread.
My imagination tormented,
my mind tired and frustrated.
I just want to be alone,
away from everything and everyone.
All these problems, I cannot deal,
in my mind, this pain I feel.
I cannot escape these restraints,
the world in dire straits.
Life has become a nightmare,
like a sick game of truth and dare.
I see what this world has become,
a game, we will never overcome.