I pick up the remote control,
the coolest game I ever played.

I played and I played and I played.
5pm rolls by,
7pm rolls on,
10pm ticks on the clock,
it is now 2 am.

My fingers feel week and tired,
but the game must play on,
because the next level is near.

Restless eyes is finally asleep,
only to wake to a scream and a shout,
there they go again,
the name calling,
the blameing,
even broken things.

I cant stop it,
I try to love them,
I try to hug them,
but they ignore,
snap,
even blame me for thier mistake.

so I turn to my game,
where it is safe from them,
it shuts out the noise,
and the yells outside my door.

I pick up my remote,
and play until dawn.

As years go by,
I no longer use a remote,
I no longer turn to games.

I learned that I control who I am,
I learned to turn the TV off,
go outside,
and bring myself to the real world.

I place my phone down,
and cheer a soul,
by saying hello,
making a friend.

I decided to escape the game,
away from illusions,
and hidden secrets within my soul.

I push the button,
that stops the game,
then go to those who may be stuck on a level,
a level of dispair and pain.
That one level we cant seem to get past,...