By Shelly
Where no one looks
I am there.
Watching you
And hoping for a simple glance,
But you see me as nothing.
I am but a worker.
I change the light bulbs.
Flood the stage with colour,
And make you sound good.
Would you hear me if I sang?
Give me a look if I were to dress provocatively?
I see you other places,
Outside of work.
You never see me.
I am just there to fix the microphones,
Or lead you through the blackness,
Backstage,
By the simplistic light I carry in my hand.
And once a show is over,
A simple thank you
Is my only reward,
But it is enough.