Me Against Them Poem by Vathalia Mae

Chances of winning this chess game are slim,
For i am but me and many are them.
Walking a straight line in a perfect circle,
Chancing this love which is now only a hassle.
Im Numbing the pain
Looking selfishly for my own personal gain.

Looked straight into the eyes of hate,
Said my timing was a little too late.
Hesitation brings forth thirst,
When impulse choices lead me to my worst.
I grab a bottle then open myself,
I will only look upon my sorrows merely until the morrow.
Not exactly what is good for my health,
But I feel this was a life I couldn't borrow.

Opened my eyes saw the end,
Looking back then I realized you were my truest friend.
Opened myself up to rage,
Now my life burns and the blisters are a constant reminder.
Suddenly I'm feeling a little strange, was my life always on a set timer?

Looking through these dead eyes,
I spy upon my personal demise.
Swaying back, too and fro,
I then look down and here I go.
Tumbling down this lonely road
, I glimpse at a hope of one day cracking this code.
Chances of winning this chess game are slim,
For I am but me and many are them.