The hours, the preparation, the blood, sweat and tears
All for that one moment
As the audience claps and cheers at the performance pure
Ecstasy consumes me.
Then the curtain falls and my heart stops.
I realize that they’re cheering for the character; not the
Empty shell that’s panting underneath the
Of someone else’s being.
I take off all the
So all that’s left is me.
Without the glaring stage lights and microphones I’m
Just another member of the crowd;
That I need a character just to feel