It’s the games created
The ones she plays
Her self the sole competitor
Of sheer necessity
For the sake of her sanity
A form of self preservation
Some would think crazy
Others might pity
A few might find pure genius
Tweaking thought process
To fool the body
Into believing an absolute falsity
Electroshock therapy
Through means of visual stimulation
Reminders of truth when all else fails
Wounds inflicted for vanquishment sake
Diminisher of torturous emotion
So conquers the physical pain
Regardless of her reasons
Why games balance reality
It matters not what others think
Just some things she does
Reminders of lost reasons
To sustain her very existence
Not because she wants to
But simply because she has to
It is what it is
It’s the method to her madness
©2011 Jill Terry
Wordsmith Extraordinaire 
Well said.