Behind The Scenes

One face, two lines, three soliloquies, four sets…
The list goes on of what all I’ve done.
And yet, you don’t know everything that I’ve made.
Well, it’s able time to show you.
Look around.
Do you see what all I’ve made laying here?
What we’re standing on now is the stage that I have prepared especially for you.
But I am not concerned about that.
What I am concerned about lies behind th scenes.
Here, on my desk, lies manuscripts and journals galore.
Each of these contain thousands of scenes, and thousands upon thousands of pre-written dialogue for each scene.
There, along the opposite wall, are all of the masks, costumes, and props used to make me a person people will love.
If I cannot be loved for who I actually am, then I will be a thousand different people instead.
Then there, on the back wall, are all of the old sets I’ve built with my bare hands, all for your demise.
So, here I am, showing you behind the scenes.
Here I am, showing everything you can only recollect briefly because I made sure you would only remember this once.
Because of this, I don’t know who I am besides being called the False Author, the Thousand-Faced Person, the Propsmaster, and the Creational Designer.
Yet, due to the time spent fabricating my own fantasies, I am able to know when I am being lied to.
All othe people have not yet reached the levels of what I so easily mastered.
It is sad to say that because of this, J have no idea as to what true happiness is.
However, you will be my saving grace, for now I have told you the truth.
But now, you stand aloof from me.
Why are you shrinking away while I am attempting to be honest?
Hold on, I know that look, for I have worn it many times.
You’ve tricked me; you are exactly like me.
I thought that I built my barriers so high that no one knew what I was doing.
At least I now know that I am not the only master is this artful craft, but I also know to be mindful of who I place my trust in.
So, if you are as masterful as I am, show me behind your scenes.

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I've been writing poetry ever since middle school, but I've never really thought about releasing my work to the public until coming to college. Currently, I am studying music as my major and English as my minor.
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