Hi everyone, I am really sorry for the short poem, but I am just tired. It is a bad excuse, I know, but I wasn't going to lie to you, and be like "I didn't write much because my great aunt once removed had a cat that was my cat's sister and my cat's sister died so my aunt, cat and I are depressed." I don't even have a cat, so THAT would be really lying! Woah, that took up a lot of space. This chapter is dedicated to Stormrose Dewleaf because I say so! Read on, pathetic mortals! Oh, I don't own YuGiOh, but if I did, I would be like "Woah…I own YuGiOh? Make me a Millennium Ring, I want to be immortal before the day is done!" PARTY!

Held up in strings upon an enterprise of lies, my sadness is caught in disguise.

Chained up in chains of rusty steel that dies and painful cries, I am caught in surprise.

Camera winding down to a slow, I go to lengths that nobody else would ever know.

Bows and arrows pierce my ego, I show, that pride is far stronger than your arrogant flow.

They say I could never learn to let things be, and history will never be (not ever be) that kind to me.

I will show them all that I have a destiny, and respiratory problems (I can't breathe) won't set me free.

Give me a hit on the head and say I'm okay, and anyway, I won't feel this pain till the end of the day.

For pain never corrupts me, interrupts me, hey, what can I say? I'm better off that way.

Break me up, break me down, let my head turn around, and I won't scream, I won't make a sound.

Even though in my head your cries do pound, and my mound of dead bodies was left down-town.

No matter what you say, say it true, or else I'm gonna get you, for I have nothing better to do.

Immortal, I will show it to be nothing to do, with my cruelty so few understand, and which you rue!

Well, that is the shortest thing ever written. Thanks:

Stormrose Dewleaf –I actually made you cry? Wow, that is such an honor! Please get well soon; I don't want one of my fave reviewers to be sick! I am very happy you liked the poem so much; I cried when I re-read it again! It is my fave chapter! Yeah, I feel empty all the time, but lately it has been getting worse; a lot worse. I guess I have been getting a reality check on a few things I was in denial about… Yeah, like you said, no friends to save you, and the friends I do have know nothing of what this feels… Dreams especially, my dreams will never be real. Maybe the average dreams, like wanting to be a famous singer one day, writing my own songs and my clips on MTV and Channel V. Writing novels, getting more than a thousand reviews for one fic… At least they are possible! But many of my dreams can never ever come true. Like, for YuGiOh to be real. When I first began to watch the show, it was like I escaped my own world for half an hour, and was caught up in theirs, forgetting my own life. That is probably why I am unhealthily obsessed with it. I have cried for hours over that dream, I really have. I keep hoping they will bring me out of this empty life and take me to theirs, and I will try to work out their problems and support them all, because truly I would give my life if it meant Seto and Mokuba's parents had never died, Bakura would still have a sister, Marik would be normal, and Joey would be safe from his father, living with Serenity. But that will never happen. There is a lot more to my bishie fetish than what you put, but what you wrote in your review was fairly accurate. I am so glad you care; your review made me smile so much and made me update a lot faster than planned! Thank you so much for reviewing, Stormrose!

Love Sami.