Make-Believe

Watching Christmas movies and pretending it is me Sitting at the dinner table laughing with my sweet family Listening to romantic serenades sung on the radio Fantasizing it is me that they are loving so Pretending my friend will come running through that door When I am crying alone and curled up on the floor Dusting clean the empty shelf where my trophies will be My talents that are noticed that the world chooses to see I never feel cold in bed since my love holds me tight Or wake up feeling scared since I am not alone every night My house is never clean for the kids leave toys all over the ground Silence does not haunt me since they are always fooling around Each memory that passes and does not line up with reality Fills the empty, deep void with bittersweet make-believe