The Show

Once upon a time, I thought I was the only one putting on a show.  My own secret, elaborate, production.  The whole world my theater.  The script only in my head.  Written by me, produced by me, starring me, but, always trying to please them.

Changing hats as fast as they could throw them at me.  Blending in like a chameleon to all their backgrounds.  Trying to be all that they wanted me to be.  Never showing the real me, whom I was sure they wouldn’t want to see anyway.  I played along, and played my various roles.  Each part I took on, just a piece of me, or perhaps not an inkling of me at all.  It was hard to tell.  I was that good.

Who was that masked girl?  Who knows?!  Who cares?!!
On with the show!!!

When the lights would dim and they all went home, I shed my tears, and make up, and looked forward to the day when I would grow.