Our Short Play

Is it time again, to now begin,
your solo-screaming scene?
Where you march around and slam things down,
in a daily vent routine.
The spotlight shines, to you - divine,
and your co-stars quiver with fear!
Make it big and loud for the mighty crowed,
and receive a flattering cheer.

Here it comes, let's roll the drums,
make sure you remember the lines!
"You stupid child", "So lazy and vile!",
And this part - this is mine.
I stand in the corner and follow your orders,
with a number of brave remarks,
now you shoot to your feet, I'm as white as a sheet,
but I know it will soon surpass.

Now the scene has moved on, and I'm sitting alone,
whilst you're watching TV with your drink.
The sound of your laugh makes my heart cut in half,
and those of the crowd's will sink.
Not violent at all, they can see you are cruel,
with your words and manners so strong.
My anger does fume, and my sadness will bloom,
it is you who are in the wrong.

The grand Finale, and you stand - well, hardly,
and make your way to my room.
With a smile and a kiss, you will surely dismiss,
every word that I had consumed.
And although I may smile, and hug all the while,
my heart will be coated with ice.
I'm a teen with a mouth, and loud words do come out,
but mummy... -your- words have a price.

© Gurdy x (GoddessOfWings)