Trapped In The Margins

I suppose I should start at the beginning.

Hello, my name is…unimportant.

Or at least that’s how I feel.

I lay in waiting for people I feel I can manipulate.

That’s what I tell myself.

Constantly calculating every possible outcome.

It’s exhausting.

And people rarely follow the script.

Didn’t they get the memo?

Wait, that’s right.

It’s all in my head.