The Act No One Wants To See

Holding you as close as flesh can embrace felt three dimensions apart

Now I feel more than my empty hands have sensed when clenched in rage

I wasn’t satisfied with the rations that twenty years of hunger fed me

The overflow from your heart I devalued through one-dimensional desire

Evidently I am more lost than when you found me wandering naked and alone

Exposing the veil of darkness layered over hidden scars not meant to be seen

I showed them to you hoping to seem more human than the ghost of my past

Pride is a shadow sewn to cloak all I have tried to hide from attractive spectators

I am every bit the bit player in a cast of characters I push on an overcrowded stage

Failing the audition is to be expected by an extra leading without direction

Reading the script through stains on torn skins the lamb smugly rose above

Lowering my head in humility when no one is looking at the player I’ve become

Smashing the mirror that begs me to look into the eyes of blind honesty

Only to reveal there is no one looking back from the fractured shards

How pleasing their edge would be to cut through the act no one wants to see