The Greatest Play of All

Seeing through these sad eyes
The world, a play in itself, revolves
Waiting for someone to ruin a scene
Best friend is no part to play
He is my everything but am I his?

Does he notice?
Does he care?
Can he see me as more than a friend?
I want to tell him
Shall I change my script?
Or should I let him break my heart?

Facing the music
I tell him against my intuition
Dark, ominous, nothing can be seen
I play the part I rehearsed so very hard
No, he does not stick to the normal script, I was sure he had
Off to what I do not recognize
He feels the same way
I this a dream?

This is not the play I expected
Things worked in my favor
What is the line between reality and imagination?
Is this occuring in a corner of my mind?
Does he really love me?
True or not I will find out,
If in fact this is real