You’re the center of everyone’s attention. The staple of the party. People come far and wide to get a glimpse of you. I’m one of them.
But I’m torn. Seeing only what I’m meant to see. Standing in line behind the crowd, I watch the moments you spend with each individual.
I’m in awe of the intensity. And jealous of the circumstance… I wish I could be each person that gets to spend time with you. Though I’m not really jealous. No, that can’t be the word. I’m just longing to be the one who gets the final moment. The endgame.
I always said to myself I was in it for the long game and I plan on finishing. I’m ready to continue with my play.
Mr popular. You’re the object of everyone’s affection. The heart of the event. There’s only you when all is left and the party is spent.
And I’m torn. Watching the interactions and trying to be part of it all. The best I can do is pretend and make the call.
But I’m here to pave the way. Everyone always looks to you to save the day. Please, tell me for once (again) that you can stay. With me.
Mr popular. You’re there again and I’m here for it. The lines are full and expectant. My chills and fears are intermittent.
No. I’m not afraid. I’m just trying to avoid falling into the shade. I’m confident in my heart that I can survive one last time. So keep me in your prayers and in your mind.
Im ready to go all out and play all my cards. Im here to impress everyone and take home the prize.
—I don’t care about how it all began. I just know there’s more to come and there’s a plan. I’ll play all my cards and take a final stand.
Who knows? Maybe I am worth it.