They laugh at each joke

My words fall smoothly each time

They tell me I’m pretty, my response “I know.”

They speak to each other

I watch quietly from the side

They show me who they are

And who they wish I was

Time passing by slowly

Observe, collect information

Putting on the show they created in their minds

Be who they perceive me to be

A game of chess with no mate

Losing our pawns and knights

Nights like these - good stories

Eleven years of acting put to good use

Is it really a lie if they never ask?

Am i deceiving if they don’t want to know?

Questions that linger months after.

Maybe someone will see ME through this

Act. Call me on my shit

For now I’ll sit and play my part

Wishing I was anywhere but where I am.