THE SHADOW OF ME

Rachelle

The Shadow of Me lives 

On the spotlight of the stage 

Never thinking 

Never creating 

Never expressing 

Always following 

My lips sealed shut with glue 

My mind being told to do so too 

I stand there 

Still - Silent - Static 

While the crowd peruses at the hand 

The hand that controls - No 

Commands my every move 

I stay there 

Still - Silent - Static 

While the crowd claps until their palms turn red 

I stare at mine 

Pale - Unheard - Unused - Unsaid 

The Shadow of Me lives 

On the spotlight of the stage 

They can't see it but a tear trickles down to 

My once rosy cheeks now morphed into wax 

I am never to be seen 

Never to be free