The Horrors of the Constant Observer

The Horrors of the Constant Observer

A Poem by Bianca
"

I had this idea for a while now...

"

Dance around me

So merrily

Smiles and dresses

Tuxedos won't misses

The joy of it all

To heed the lover's call

 

I'm here alone

In my ratty old home

Fit for only one

Oh what fun

 

I see all love

Each other so well

Once you have shoved

Yourself to another only time would tell

 

When will my turn come?

We'll just save hope to say never

I'm nothing to you

The outsider

The ignored

 

That is until you need advice

Mine of course, who else?

I'm your counselor

The one with all the answeres

 

Dance around me

All in glee

Have a ball

Heed love's true call

 

Enjoy your time together

I know it won't be forever

Yet you kid yourself anyway

Day by day

I'll let you have your way

 

Dance around me

Who will see

The torture I'm living

The fact is decieving

 

Those out there will take away my chances

My turn

That's how my lonleyness lasts

 

They make sure I'm alone

And I will admit I've given up

I'll never try, that I've shown

I'm forever shut and stuck

 

Dance around me

All happily

 

I'm the token observer

They say "No one will love her"

They say "She doesn't diserve a mate"

I'll agree, it's much too late

 

I'm here to help them

Nobody should help me

I'm not here to be lead

To be shared the love that I see

 

I don't have faith

I cry alone

I know that fate

Won't come to my home

 

Dance around me

Taunt the helper you seek

I am the observer

Nothing more

Witness the horror that I've scored

© 2008 Bianca


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