Side Character Poem by Montaha Gasir

Stuck on the side-lines of my story.
Looking at the ones around,
As they obtain all the glory.
While I'm nowhere to be found.

Unable to make a simple decision,
I walk around my life so blindly.
They handle their terms with precision,
Whereas I'm just trying to find me.

My life is no longer my own,
It's controlled by the ones that matter.
The nobles that sit on the throne,
And receive things on a golden platter.

In the end, it's not their fault,
That I don't have the nerve to stand.
They just do whatever they want,
While I sink in quicksand.

They live their life in their own world,
Unaware that they have stolen mine.
My tragic story they have hurled,
And twisted the grand design.

But like I mentioned before,
It's not the fault of the heart-sore.

I'm just not the protagonist,
Who's the main attraction.
Or even the antagonist,
With a moral infraction.

All I am is a lonely secondary,
Dwelling in my marginal sanctuary