The Endless Improv

Now you see me

Now you don't

Is it possible to see what truly hides inside.

Behind the curtain.

That is my mind.

Every day I pretend

all the time with no end.

But once in a while you see inside.

The pit of loneliness deep and wide.

Is happiness real or merely an illusion

for I see many people happy 

but none of them seem to be me.

Of course no one would know that.

I hide my despair with a curtain.

Colored bright as a starburst

facing the audience, 

but black as the night sky backstage.

Without even any stars to fill the void.

In the place I am.

I can be free.

But those who may love me cannot be.

For swirling in that big black pit

anger, hatred inside of it.

So I wait.

I wait to see. 

What this world may do for me.

Do I with my facade entertain?

Or part the curtain do I ordain?