Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! Wish I did, but I don't! I never did and I never will! I mean, like, Macavity has a better chance than me! gasp What if I don't have what it takes? What if no one likes my stories? begins to breathe heavily Oh dear! What do I do!? What do I do?!

Joey: Breathe Keori! Breathe!

Keori: sigh I'm okay now. Just a little mental breakdown before the actual fic.

Everyone falls down manga style

Authors Note: This is my version of what Ryou Bakura feels, only I express it in a poem. Please read and review, Ryou fans!



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Painful Reality



The pain is great

The end is near

There is no light

There is much fear



There is no hope,

There's only tears

No joyful memories

Just dreadful fears



I try to cry

I try to call

But into darkness

I begin to fall



The dark surrounds me

The pitch black night

I cannot breathe

My chest feels tight



I try to run

I try to hide

My hands are bound

My feet are tied



But I'll stay strong

I'll win the fight

My friends beside me

I'll make it right



I cannot lose

I will prevail

I will make sure

I do not fail



I have the strength

I'll reach the top

I will not fail

I will not stop

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Joey: Sob That's so sad!

Keori: That's good. It's supposed to give you a perspective of Ryou's pain. Sorry it's so short, but I hope you still liked. My next chapter is most likely on Malik. I will do a poem for each of them about someway they suffer. Please tell me in reviews about who and what I should write about. No flames please, I don't like fire.