• Life is a stage
    The world is your audience,
    The mask I wear to show the world is fake
    False, in the terms of a type of a defense,
    Backstage is my life, true and real,
    My backstage is not full, its nearly empty.
    My family and friends are scattered backstage
    I can always find them talking and enjoying their lives.
    I’ve made a mistake once to many times
    My stage has no guard,
    No One to protect me from the wreakers and killers of my theater
    I’ve should have paid more attention of who got in or not.
    I was kind and always let people play in the show,
    One actress stole the light from me
    The audience
    The dancers and production
    The actress danced off staged and left me in a broken theater
    Some friends wait outside the door talking to her and acting with her.
    Still undecided between the wrong and the right,
    I sit in the dark and do nothing.
    I wait for my true backstage hands to turn the lights on.

    They haven’t come back on.