You call to me,
Yell out my name.
I don’t respond,
It’s only a game.

It used to bother me,
Now it’s all the same.
But you don’t get it—
—It’s only a game.

You seem disappointed
That I’m not swept up by your fame.
I pretend not to notice you.
See? Just a game.

You made the rules,
And forced me in.
Now I am better,
Because I always win.

You cannot beat me.
I am always the best.
And as for the fact I like you,
No one could ever guess.

AN: You might like my other poems, too. "Never Be Mine" or "At Friendship's End". Just saying, with Christmas coming up, and me loving new reviews... : D