My Mind Is a Game

My mind is a place,
Far from rationality.
My mind is game,
Made of insanity.

I’d often wonder,
What the world will be,
How it was made,
And when we’ll be free.

My mind is a personal hell,
Blackmail is its key.
It’s made of black and white,
Where you can never really see.

This writing is short,
But it is true.
My mind is a game,
Is yours the same?