it's a game

[cacian]

it's terrible
those quarels
quibbles
they sift through you
like grains of sand
the harsheness of
it all
is blame
which takes you the edge
of saine
and drops you
right out
to a flame
extinguish it with tears
and claim
you sanity back
it's a game
don't let it smoke out
out of hands
be serene
strong
manage your pain