Everybody But The ProtagonistA Poem by Benjamin SeymourI’m not convinced that this is where to start
But it is, after all, the top of the page It has not yet let me down I saw a woman at a bus stop today, all alone
Her eyes haunted me but the rest was just human Everybody is in strict dress code
Uniformed in this year’s theme: “Originality” Even that guy
The one with tattered boots and scruffy hair Has spent ages getting that “I just threw this on” look So authentic “Just perfect” Looking bad so that he looks good Even that girl
A determined socialite “sans determination” Still dressed to be seen: a walking brand Screams “Plastic skin; Plastic personality” Whilst carelessly perched upon her chair Waiting for someone to say: “What is she doing here? This heroine amongst losers” I’m not falling: just sinking
Deeper and Deeper Further and further away
Guess it is time to leave hereAnd let my thoughts drift away
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12 Reviews Added on March 19, 2008 Last Updated on August 10, 2009 AuthorBenjamin SeymourBarcelona, Spain, SpainAbout"All your friends and sedatives mean well but make it worse" Writing is just talking with a pen. And I talk too much anyway. more..Writing
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