I’m the audience to your life.
Commentary, useless background noise.
I get it now.
So that’s what I’ll be.
An aw here, and oh no! when things go wrong.
But I won’t provide a face.
I won’t offer words of advice or attempt to burden you with
me.
When you ask, you’ll get an off-stage “great” and I’ll go back
to cuing the lights.
Making sure you are center stage, that’s my job with you.
Making sure that everyone stays around you.
I’ll be background for your life.
But you’re sure as hell not going to star in mine.
Good luck pushing through the chorus.
Break a leg trying to enter my spot.
This world, the one I’m living in, doesn’t have room for you
and your ego of two.
Your world, I will support.
In mine, I’m the lead.
And you can bet, I’m not backing down
from this one woman show.
You can bet that I’m taking the bows that I owe.
You can bet that this time it’s all coming up me.
So, yea, I’ll give you your laugh track.
But that’s all your
getting…
yours is a role that aint’ coming back.
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