I think I'm the side character in every version of a plot,
In a wide canvas, just a cornered thought, a small dot.
My opinions don't matter, they fade into air,
I'm just the comic relief in tales unaware.
The truth is I'm funny 'cause I need the release,
From my own life's chaos, from longing for peace.
A life that isn't even the main tale to tell,
Just a footnote in the margins, where I quietly dwell.
I'm the side character in so many plots,
A villain in some, though I wish I was not.
I try to be good, to play my own part,
But I'm always just watching from the edge of the heart.
I search for that someone, the missing piece in my scene,
To be their main character, to finally be seen.
But for now, I stay on the sidelines, adrift and apart,
Waiting for my moment in someone else's heart.
