The Real

The

thought

of IT...

Gnaws

at my

Heart Strings,

as if...

even...

Thinking

about IT

will cause

my Heart to

EXPLODE!

...

I

Hate IT.

I Hate IT,

like a fat

woman on a

Diet

is being

Tempted

by a

Delicate

piece of

Chocolate Cake

that would

leave only

a mere

Cracker

left on her

List of Meals

for the

Whole Day.

I mean,

IT CAN'T

be real.

THEY may

say

IT is.

And THEY May

BELIEVE

IT too.

I tell

Myself

IT might...

be real...

I MIGHT

Believe

IT.

But...

How can I?

I don't

SEE

IT

Like

THEY

Do.

I

CAN'T

hear

his

voice like

THEY can.

So...

HOW

Do I

Believe

Something...

How can

I see

Someone...

I

CAN'T

EVEN

IMAGINE?

I HATE

IT.

I HATE

THEM

For

Believing

IT.

And...

I HATE

HIM!

...But,

at the

same

Time...

I

Love

Him.