If the worls is a stage,

And we ar the plaers,

Then we hide ourselves,

Costumed with our parts.

To the world, our viewers,

We are characters,

Destned to play our parts.

Behind stage, we live,

Alive with our passions,

Our individuality,

Our sins.

I, myself, am but one player,

Masked to all on stage.

We play are parts day by day,

Each covered by our ideas.

I cover myself in 'fine' and 'alright',

Hidden in art and fears.

I let no one see what is behind,

For fear of being denied.

Though I am not the only one,

In fear of being outed.

We all hide and disguise,

Something the world shouldn't know,

A fall from grace...

The biggest mistake,

Every secret we keep hidden

We are all players,

And this is our stage,

So take a bow

And end the play.