Fade in, and the lights shine down.
The star, of course, is center stage.
Why stare at me when she is so much more?
Why stare at me when she has so much beauty?
Locks of golden hair, eyes so blue they reflect everything.
Pale skin that is so creamy, so touchable.
A slender body, a warm, full smile.
"Touch her!" my body seems to say, but my arms will not move.
I am stuck watching her move through life with ease,
While I am bound to watch from the sidelines.
There's no hope for me, no beauty in my eyes.
I can't look at someone and make their breath pause.
I close my locker and turn away,
The beautiful girl in there forever to stay.
I'll walk across the stage, an extra in this scene.
No, the star I will never and have never been.
The stage is set, the curtain falls,
And I walk away as the audience calls.
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Peeking Through the Window
PoetryA book filled with poetry I've written and am writing. I'm considering trying to get published, but I don't think I'm really good enough. Please feel free, by the way, to leave comments. I enjoy knowing what people think, as long as they are not r...
