I was meant to be a fictional character But I was born as flesh and bone My strange abilities are going to waste Plodding through this world alone I need a script to follow, a story arc I'm lost here on my own I'm not demanding a leading role Hide me away in the dark corner of the bar I'll dole out potions or philosophical quips To regulars or travelers who came far Without a fight, I'd make my retreat Once I've said my lines and played my part But when I'm on screen, for my big scene Give me an outrageous costume They won't take their eyes off me In spiderweb black lace and show-stopping boots I'm not cut out for real life I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do
I wrote this about a year ago in response to the prompt “fictional character.”
Michelle Wicklow 