This is a persona poem in which I decided to write a poem about how Leonardo DiCaprio has not won an Oscar that he totally deserves.
Leo
I try.
I try so hard.
They nominate me every year,
chanting,
“It’s the best movie of the year!”
and
“He’s definitely one of the best actors, ever!”
But I go home with nothing,
Only feeling defeated,
underappreciated,
overdressed.
I go to the award shows
just to smile and clap for the people
and the movies that won over
Me.
It makes me sad, of course.
Acting isn’t all about the awards you can win,
which will sit on a special shelf to get dusty.
It’s not about being able to hold a piece of metal
with your name engraved,
yours only.
It’s not like I’ve been acting most of my life,
I think it’s time to take a break from acting,
But mostly from losing.
I want to win at the Screen Actors Guild Awards
so I can put something next to my Kid’s Choice Awards,
and I think it’d be nice to look up at my Oscar as I drink my morning espresso.
But I can’t look at anything except the pictures people took of my once again disappointed face
when they announced another name that wasn’t mine.
I’ll get over it, I just hope they won’t forget me,
and if they do,
I’ll make them remember me
when I come back.
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On The Brink
PoetryThis is a compilation of things I've written aside from stories. It will mostly be short stories and poetry, possibly some rants because I do rant and complain a lot. Welp, enjoy! Let me know what you think!