I wrote a poem type thing a little while back, I still don’t have a title, but I’m thinkingggg. Here it is:
The curtains are drawn, the stage is all yours.
You’ve got the audience right where you want them.
Intrigued by your lies and entangled with your stories.
But, I’m not fooled by your trickery.
I can see you for who you really are.
You play nothing but the victim in your sad, sad stories.
It’s all about you, it’s always been about you.
Oh, how you twist the plot for you’re not the one to blame.
Your audience feels nothing but sympathy, giving you what you want: attention.
Maybe one day you’ll grow up and find that you weren’t on a stage after all.
It’s your everyday life that you fool these innocent masses into your false gaze.
You’re an actress in your own tragedy.
But, you’re not the one who falls.
The antagonist who plays against your conspiracy, is the one who takes the plunge.
It may seem like a victory to all of those watching, but you know who’s really in the wrong.
Your conscience will be the end of you, and they’ll finally know who the real culprit is.
by Sarah Salem