The Battle

by Megan, age 17, from U.S.A.

I wait, wait, and anticipate
My heart thumps, I'm in a horrid state
He tells me he loves me
My heart sickens with his honest plea
The sun goes down and yet he doesn't come
I fell into his game and now I feel dumb
My heart fell victim to his puppet strings
Then the phone rings
No! I can fight the game
But love takes over and I bow to it, filled with shame
Maybe I have lost a battle once more
However, I will win this war