Footsteps echo inside my head,
Silent alarms start to sound,
Doors slam left and right.

Trapped and no where to go,
You sit and you plot.
What will finish her?

It’s a game,
I get it.
Make your next move,
I dare you.

I don’t need anything,
But I want everything.

Maybe I can sweat it out,
Maybe I can forget,
Maybe it’s that easy.

I never lit a match
with intent to start a fire,
but recently the flames
have gotten out of control.

My mind has reached it’s limit
One is one too many.

I pace with frustration:
This isn’t fair,
This is my life.

For you, it’s just another game.
Each move practiced and perfected,
Leaving little room for error,
Always having the upper hand.

Well guess what,
Don’t bother.
You have already lost this one.

Or so I keep telling myself.
As I wait and hope
That maybe, just maybe.