Today is Bad Poetry Day

Ok, it isn't really. I just felt like writing it, so...

Where's "The End"?

If this was a movie
and I was cast in a role,
today would be the third act.
All the audience would know
there is more to come -
that boy will realize he loves me,
I'll wear a beautiful wedding dress.
The women would leave the theatre
with tears in their eyes
and the men would feel a little happy.
But then I'd be stuck
back in the projection booth,
rewound to the beginning
and waiting for the next show.
Somehow, I keep getting rewound
before the fourth act ever comes.