A Game Of Make Believe Poem by Concetta Salter

A game where people turn there backs, and trust that you don’t cheat.
A game where people do not brag, when they know they have you beat.
A game where no one gets upset, if there the one’s who lose.
A game where no one say’s that their the ones to make the rules.
A game where there’s no first or last, there’s only in between.
A game where people say the words there most afraid to speak.
A game where there’s no wrong or right, there only is a choice.
A game where someone really shy, could speak and hear there voice.
Perhaps this game dose not exist. Perhaps it’s hard to find.
But I guess the only thing I want, is this game to be my life.
I want to play this game someday, and for once in life let lose.
A game where no one ever lies. They only tell the truth.
A game made up of make believe, and things we want to do.
A game in which we live our life’s, and follow no one’s rules.
A game in which the strong are weak. And weak become the strong.
A game in which the ones who rule, for once do not belong.
A game where no one teases you because your playing fair.
A game where you could be yourself and no one thinks your weird.
Why can’t people be this way? Why can’t they be this game.
I know you think I’m crazy, but I really think I’m sane.
Perhaps I’ll never find this game. But I really hope I do.
Perhaps this game is just a lie. But who said make believe was true?