My pitiful attempt at poetry

So, my friend dared me to write a poem and post it on here so...yeah. Here it is:

The stage is lit, but the audience is dark.
The fuse is waiting for a single spark.
The tension rises and everything stills.
No sound is made and the silence kills.
A door opens slightly, and light slithers through the cracks.
The darkness only now reveals all that it lacks.
A small breath of movement and a wordless whisper.
The audience gasps as the hero kissed her.
It's a fraud, a fake, it doesn't end that way.
It lies with the tune that it will all be okay.
The first and last word has been said, and this is where the story has led.
The villain has won and there the hero lies.
The lingering whisps of a dying goodbye.

Hypothetically

Lets say that there is a hypothetical person, called...Person A. Person A is gone from school quite a bit and she assumes that people don't pay much attention because she considers herself a frumpy potato-faced loser. But one day a boy, Person B, says that if she had missed one more day of school he was considering throwing her desk out of the window. Now every time Person A misses some school the next day Person B says some comment about it. Whether it's, "Well, look who decided to come to school," or "Why do you miss so much school." Person A either replies with a shrug or she makes a sarcastic remark. But Person B then suddenly doesn't make any comments about it, or even acknowledge that Person A exists. This is of course a hypothetical situation. But could it be possible that Person B kinda sorta likes Person A?

Assumptions

We make assumptions every day about ourselves and other people, and they affect everything we do. People make assumptions about us and we find ourselves changing to fit that assumption. It's very common to think that we should just listen to what we think of ourselves, but the thing is we also need to hear what other people think. Two different people could have completely different opinions about you, and you should hear both of those opinions and your own. If we block out what others think we end up either loving ourselves or hating ourselves, thinking we're ugly or we're beautiful. We need to hear all the voices, thoughts, spoken and unspoken and focus on the ones that are saying something relevant. A snobby girl saying that you should get your nose out of the book doesn't matter, but a close friend saying you shouldn't let the snobby girl push you down like that does matter. Everyone makes assumptions and so they assume they know someone without having even spoken to them. People in your class may look at you and see a nerd who probably listens to Mozart, but your friends would know that you listen to rap. Your classmates look at you and assume you want to go to Harvard college, but you know that you want to go to Juliard.

"The only one who's ever known who I am, who I'm not, and who I wanna be."
-Where were you by The Fray

Repetition

My brother showed me this. It's such a great piece, and he's great at performing. Please watch the whole video, it has so much meaning.

always the audience

Whenever my family and I go to a play my dad tells me what a great audience member I am. That I have a great laugh and can clap at all the right times. I don't see this as a compliment. I use to be in my schools drama program, but I quit because my older brother plans to become an actor and I didn't want to steal his thing. I enjoy plays and love the writing of it, but I hate being in the audience. My parents tell my brother what a great actor he is and he is a great actor, but I'm just in the audience. The stage is lit, but the audience is dark and no one pays attention to a laugh in the audience.

Hello, I'm socially awkward

If someone were to ask people in my class who I am they would either say, "Who?" or they would say that I'm a goody two shoes who usually keeps my head down and isn't friends with anybody in the class. If you were to ask my friends they would say I'm a brainy, sarcastic, cynnical, only-nice-if-you-get-to-know-me, nerd. When we're in class we act differently than we do with our friends, we act more closed off because we think we'll be teased, and so we have our walls up. And yet if we acted like ourselves in class we might find that they don't tease us. Being defined as a goody two shoes could go to, "Oh yeah, they're really smart and sarcastic. The other day they told this joke..." You get the idea. I'm not saying we should change ourselves to be popular and I'm not saying we should be popular. I'm saying we should give being ourselves a chance.

Bottom of the pops, top of the nerds

A couple days ago at school some girls in my grade offered to help make me popular. They said, and I quote, "We want to see if it's possible for a total nerd to become accepted." I promptly told them I would rather kiss a cactus, and they walked away talking about lip gloss. I said no, because if I was to become a popular, I would be at the bottom of the popular social pyramid, however as a nerd I am at the top of the nerd social pyramid. I know it's kinda weird and confusing, but I have scatter brain. What I'm trying to say is that being popular may seem like it would be great, but it just wouldn't feel right. Can you imagine talking about the newest make up instead of the newest book?