Sometimes I believe I’m the main character,

Sometimes I feel like the comedic relief.

That is, until I realize everyone has individual lives.

Lives that don’t revolve around me.

Sometimes I believe they are free,

Free from the constraints of society.

But that in itself is a stupid thought.

No matter how hard I fight, I’m always in a different tense, fought.

I’m not current,

I’m the past.

I’m the embodiment of a side character.

At once, at last.