The pain argued with me, "Give up."
The gongs called to me, "One more death; one less life."
The cries for help spoke to me, "You're evil, you're not helping."
The tears befriended me, "You're not alone."
The cheers insulted me, "You killed,"
The scowls hurt me, "Monster."
The forced smiles accused me, "You're different."
The others revived me, "You're still human."
The real monster disgusted me, "I'm better."
The coldness brought upon me, helped me, "It's okay."
The passageway trusted me, "You can watch them."
The arrow did nothing, "I'm the same as he was."
The games killed me, "Deal with it."