'Make-Believe' Poem by Linda Winchell

Some tend to live in a make-believe world
Hiding and prenteding something that's untrue.
Maybe pretending they're in a perfect relationship
While being physically or mentally abused.

As little girls we all pretended
To be a princess looking for her king.
But inside our souls are crying out
From all of the heart ache
That our make-believe life now brings.

We white wash our picket fences
Around our perfect flower gardened yard.
It's all pretend and make-believe remember
And letting go of that dream for some can be so hard.

Our minds never tend to grow up
going from holding dollies, to babies now of our own.
And given a mate, that we love to hate
And not really ever living
in that perfect life or perfect little home.

While boys are seen playing in the dirt
Climbing trees and maybe torturing little bugs!
And all the while little girls stand in line with a smile
Awaiting a gentle little prince like hug.