In a different life

We were so obscure
not even we knew who we were

In a different life I’d have talent
and the kind of charm that gets people laid
but for now I settle for back alley strip shows
and every day eyes overlooking me on the street
because I’m not special at all

We were so underground
not even hell could find us
if all the sinners dug straight
to the centre of the Earth

In a different life
you’d have learnt how to smile with your eyes
instead of baring your teeth like a wild dog
so for now you settle for a smile-less face
lest the night end in kink-less handcuffs
and a sarcastic black eye

We were so unknown
we had to ask ourselves our own names
and who’s to say we didn’t make them up
for our own self-gratification
aren’t we all just actors anyway?

In a different life I’d stand beneath a bright light
as flawless as an airbrushed magazine cover
with the kind of face people want to love

In a different life you’d stand beneath the bright lights
and radiate with all the beauty
this world fails to see in you

We were so invisible we believed
if no one was looking at us
we didn’t really exist
though we’re still here

In a different life
would we still be afflicted by the disease
of it’s always better on the other side?

© Indie Adams 2014