My life is a play
Without the script
It's runs amuck and most of the time
I can't help it
But almost always
It's a result of my inability to care
Enough to try and minimalize the damage.
It thrashes everywhere
Breaking and hurting everything in its way
The way a fire can raze a forest
I just sit back and warm my hands on the flames.

My life is a play
Without the curtains
Everything I do and say
Is seen by everyone
and even the farthest of people
Can hear my pathetic pleas
To please
Close these curtains
But privacy is scarce, next to nonexistent
And I'm forced to deal with the fact
That there are people who know more about me
Than they should.

My life is a play
Without the love
I don't know how to make it poetic
But it's just not there.

My life is a play
Without the applause
It's like standing in the middle of the stage
After a solo
Your knees quivering and you can barely stand
You shiver with anticipation
Waiting for praise
That you never get
And after your 40th performance
You stop expecting it.

I can't help but wonder if I'll ever care
If I'll douse these flames or let them rage
These curtains have turned to dusty rags
And might as well be taken down
Coughs echo throughout the room
The silence louder than I ever was

My life is a play
Always the same
And always a tragedy