I take center stage cloaked in darkness.

The curtain anxious to reveal.

I breathe easy here,

Unlike under the hot lights,

Exposed and vulnerable.

I know what's on stage,

But the house does not,

Giving me the upper hand.

The curtain protecting me,

From their preying unseen eyes,

I am in control.

But out there I am weak,

I am their puppet show.

The house sees all,

And know what they infer.

I am judged on my performance,

Not on my passion. 

So I stay behind the curtain, 

Only moving across stage,

To aid those brave souls,

Who don't care to be judged.