ACT I
On some other stage
we could be scripted
to play out our short tempered lives
with vision and passion
and unhindered by demons
live happily ever after
the curtain could fall to a
rapturous accolade and our small
story repercuss through generations
but backstage as with all good melodramas
conspiracies snigger in dank corners
secrets rattle their cage
ugly step mother spoons the poison
and my understudy
a paler reflection
upstages me
Blinded by the spotlight
you fall and I in the wings
can only listen to your heart beat
