I try to convince myself that there’s no struggle;
That these are just war games. 

I wear long sleeves and the word
Fine
Like kevlar.
I search for second player, when,
Real
       ly, I need a commander.
I gather treasures, battle strategies in
Journals;
I tell myself that they're just easter eggs,
Useless
Use
      less.
I philosophize  
That reality is, really, a hollow
Hologram,
A video game, not real, not wrong, not
True, useless;
A projection,
Protection.
There's no war, no battle,
It's my d mons that speak dark things, when really, there's a
             a
             e
One  lett r difference.
I tell myself that the game's over, try
Again, try again.
Failure stabs, I say
That it was my own doing,
It's just war games.

I need to take a walk,
Run, run away
I tell myself,
It'll do me good.
I come back for another
Try, try again.
I was retreating, my armour could
Not protect me from the claws, the scratches from
Within.
It's nothing, I say,
It's all in your head;
It's all in my head.

I try to tell myself that there's no battle to be won, to  
Be a man.
Men don't play video games;
Men be me n.  
They defend, they protect,
They forgive.
But I don't feel forgiven,
I say I'm forgiven.

I'm fine, and
These are just war games.