Theatre

Show's over. Curtains fall.

     I'm glad i had my mask on.

Yet, i wanna deceive no one.

          Perhaps, it's the exact irony.

Now, the bleachers are empty.

     No one's around.

           Writhing in agony.

           --It ain't fake tears.

           Waiting for the missing lines.

           --Not  just ordinary pieces.

           Filling the blanks in vain.

           --Gaps too tough to bond.

The spotlight had come and go.

     The backstage awaits.

It's the performer's shot

     to the script of reality.