Is Life a Stage?

[Rudolph26]

Is life a stage?

A simple parade for people to march?

All while giving away the broken pieces of their heart?

I long to be free of these expectations humans have made.

The expectation of being entertaining in all that I say.

For the moment I stutter or say whats actually on my mind, I realize I didn't stick to the script that time.

Chastised

Manipulated

Wether it be at church, or at a bar

We always seem to be limited to who we are.

It shouldn't be like this.

Sure, I could complain

But what difference does it make if life is just a stage?

Having the script for "sinner"

Having the script for "whore"

Having the script for wanting "just a sip more"

Having the script for "Christian"

Having the script for "Jew"

Having the script for "liars"

and let's not for forget the script for "politicians" too.

We're all organized to play our little parts

Just as long as we don't show we actually have a heart.

If we stick to the script then we can at least make it through the day.

But the moment we blow our character, we're sent off stage.

Maybe life is stage.

Maybe that's what bothers me the most.

Maybe I'm sick and tired of acting or playing the fellow host.

Yeah, that's it.

I'm sick of acting all my life

Trying to be the perfect girlfriend in attempts to be the perfect wife.

Trying be godly for the people that I see

Instead of feeling something real within me.

So will you join me off the stage?

Even if it's just a little while?

I'd give anything to see just one genuine smile.

God...

Why is it I always turn to you when I feel the most fake?

What sucks is that even then, I still make mistakes.

I don't turn to you for guidance

I turn to you in a desperate cry

As I scream and curse at myself and feel a little more dead inside.

But then, I feel peace that I've hardly known.

Because I was real with myself and just wanted you to know.

I know I'm not right with you, and I'm not sure I will ever be.

Because I keep getting back on that stupid stage and reading that stupid script that was handed to me.

But I know one day the curtains will close, the show will be over, and it will just be you and me.

You won't judge me on my performance, or the script I was handed out.

Instead, you will see me for me

That's without a doubt.

The question is, will I be proud of who I am inside?

Will you despise me for all that I've tried to hide?

Or will you welcome me off the stage with flowers in your hands

Letting me know the show is over

So I can give life a second chance.