Games are just Pretend

July 9, 2008
By Mackenzie Fletcher Fletcher, Bennigton, NE

Dieing in my pretend games. Every moment I'm with you is a bitter-sweet lie. The world says I feel something totally different then I know, you are mor, there is a need for you inside me, a passion for you. I love this feeling yet wish it never came across me at the same time. It is a burden that if it is lifted. It will quickly get placed by an even heavier burden. So I hide myself for you, for me, under a mere friendly mask. Silly me I still think you need me too. Stupid me I still pray your mind will change. But it never will. I will forever have this burning hole in my heart, that serves for you...

The author's comments:
I wrote this for my friend, who I love so much but he doesn't know, I couldn't tell him out loud, and I want him to see this,
To R.L

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