Roles

By Sahana Yengkokpam

Every one has a role,

The popular one, the gloomy one,

The sunshine, the shut in

Everyone has their own roles

The main character, the extras...

Everyone...

But my role...?

Merged between them,

Standing still on a crossway,

What is it...?

Am I the studious one?

Not really....

Am I the quiet one?

The loud one?

The introverted?

The extroverted?

The talented one?

No, all of them are no’s....they were once yes’s at a point....

But now

Everything is a no.

I feel like a river flowing into an ocean and merging into it, all my talents become a singular

thing that amounts to nothing.

I feel like the little mermaid, my dreams crumbling in front of me as I disappear, becoming sea

foam at the bottom of the dark sea.

As I try to run away from my future into the past, my actions and decisions chase me.

I run, scared of what might be... What it’ll be...

My role... I don’t have one...

Even if I do it’s not a role I auditioned for nor chose.

The directors of my play either laugh or cry for me.

Can’t they mind their own business...

I guess the author has given up on my story....

By Sahana Yengkokpam