The Performer
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nightskysf
Posted on: 07/22/08
The Performer
THE PERFORMER
A Poem
A Poem
Who am I tonight, if not the same person I was today?
Who are these people that surround me, if not the supporting cast of my staged life?
Am I as alone as I feel, on this darkened stage, the eyes of the audience looking the other way?
I am a performer, this is certain.
I'm living my life for the entertainment of others, of those looking the other way.
Awaiting acceptance, recognition, and the approval of those far less happy than I.
I play to their frowning faces, and try to show them the part of me that understands their pain.
Their pleading eyes beg me to reflect their subconscious thoughts and feelings back to them, but they are looking the other way.
I am asked to know these people, and to be them.
To feel feelings which I do not possess.
And so I must look outside of myself, into these pleading eyes, and absorb every secret that they contain.
I play their secrets back to them, as no to expose them to all the others.
Their eyes shift and look my way, and the stage lights brighten.
They become lost in me, because they see themselves in every breath I take.
They think I am speaking to just them. All of them.
They pity me, here on this lit stage, only because they pity themselves.
They want me to show them who they are.
I am a performer, this is certain.
With the faces of all the world, except for my own.
I have no face, and I have no name.
Therefore, I must be a performer.
~Sky
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