Yellow Plaid the blinding horror
Of the days of lowly place
In life’s long musical
That never seems to go away
My presence never realized
And part of the props
Never noticed for talent or loss
Hidden in the corner by the door
Only if you look for me
Will you find the yellow plaid
And matching yellow hat
Standing in the corner by the door
Want to move or make a sound
But the script never says
If I step out of line
I find myself back where I am
Nobody special, just a prop
Trying to be a lead
But never a successful plot
Maybe one day I will be what I have dreamed
About the Creator
Sarah Danaher
I enjoy writing for fun. I like to write for several genres including fantasy, poetry, and dystopian, but I am open to trying other genres too. It has been a source of stress relief from my busy life.
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This was so relatable for me. Loved it!