The Act

You cast me in your play,
And before I knew it
It was opening night.

The audience filed in.
The curtains rose.
The spotlight shone.
Show-time.

I said all my lines
Just like you wanted.
I played my part well.
The critics loved me.

Blood and tears during intermission.
Standing ovations and melodrama.
Bruises under our costumes and make-up.

Everyone knows it’s an act.
I take a bow.
The curtain falls.