Audience

By LARA INJEYAN
Lara87@ucla.edu

Pride is shattered, conviction to dust
Inferior to the tyranny of overwhelming lust
Self image a victim to a relentless memory
Reflection is subjective to the on looking visionary

Be my audience. May my life be your play
The lesson to all your hurdles, an example of what you should say
My calamity provides a distraction from the trials of your day
Envy the triumphs, rejoice in the pain but you’ll never walk my way

You know not of the tears as they stay behind closed doors
Speculate the past as the intriguing scars are just mere sores
The sincerity of my smile remains a wonder for those who don’t know
Happiness comes from within, it’s not something I need to show

In the eye of the beholder beauty fades in the dark
And on a vulnerable life physicality leaves no mark
To the life of misfortune extend a hand
To ensure the wind doesn’t blow away your initials in the sand

Be my audience, let my life be your play
The trials and tribulations that I lead out throughout my day
Let my decisions cause you question, let my choices amuse your soul
If the judgments thrown at me somehow make you whole

A pair of eyes watching every direction I turn
Curiosity kills the cat or is it concern
Be my audience, get a glimpse of my life
The feelings of elation, do they cut like a knife

And at the end of my life when judgment day is upon me
My mistakes are mine, my sins are sold
Hopefully the warmth of my heart will outweigh the cold

I made my choices, the road was mine to take
The feelings sincere, the expressions were fake

The scars were real but the entertainment was free
The play of my life, the story of me
Some days I couldn’t tell if it was right, the music was too loud
The curtain has closed. let my life be your entertainment may you forever be my crowd