"play rights"
Written by fabee_babeeA manuscript written,
Telling of how I must become,
I have to be this way, its more choice how to evolve
as long as the outcome is the same as what is required.
LIGHTS!
Blinding me,
Beads of persperation form, running down my face, stinging my eyes, heating me up.....
My breath comes in deep and fast.
CAMERA!
A million eyes upon me, watching me, hanging on my every word, I dart up and down, Speak in a rush, frantic I become....
ACTION!
Its all happening now, I cannot stop, a rolling stone down a slope, building up speed, exhasperated, I calm, I explain and I ponder..... The plot thickens....
CUT!!!!
It's all over, the applause from the crowd is deafening,
I am still in a statuesque mode, as I realise I can now become myself....
Flowers fly towards me as my friends yell above the noise;
"Dont throw flowers, just money" As i hear them giggle
and clap madly amongst the applause.
I skip out of the scene,
I am me now,
No longer under the spotlight,
No longer having to be someone I'm not...
I am me,
and
I am proud.