I endure my losses with a brave face.
I succumb to the affairs of the heart.
A wan smile plays across my lips.
Eyes devoid of life, blank and uncaring.
But what does it matter
As you walk on by,
Barely affording me a another glance.
YOU ARE READING
Life on a Stage
ŞiirWritten like parts of a play. This poem describes the feelings of a girl who experiences life as if someone else is controlling her strings and then finally gains her own voice in the Finale.
