Her opon that stage

At the end of the show I am told I have done a good job. A good job?

What of pretending to be someone who is not me? I'm sorry but no it is not me it is someone else. Someone who I portray myself to be. I am done with these fake smiles and the laughter that fills me with not joy but sorrow. I am leaving now to find my safe place, yes my safe place which is you. I feel as I wear no masks and put on no shows for you. I am me and not her upon that stage.