A Game Of Chess

A game of chess is played inside my head

With demons as the opposition

I fail to See How a single mind

Could beat everything that comes Before

Somedays they are winning

Somedays they are falling back

I know that ploy like the

Back from my scared hand.

Weak as my dysphoria

Strong as my intelligence

I see no shortcomings

But I'm falling back once again

The demonic figures laugh as they

Capture my king and slam my hands

Against the side of a knife

Breaking my skin into red

I'm sure my pawns will take them out

If I were to have faith in a strategy

Can't put any trust into others around

I sit solemnly in space waiting to lose.

Guess it's Okay to lose

The damage is already done

The game is Rigged

Against me anyways

Plans for the future

Don't know if I want them

But may be for one more day

I'll continue to play the game.