Don't be sorry, it's ok i'm here.
You don't believe it, that line makes you quiver in fear.
The start of the process, a rehearsal that never ends well.
Questioning your worth disgusted with yourself.
You don't want to play the part, just to mess it up.

The play is set, not this again
You think you're weak and selfish, making you feel worthless.
Perhaps if you were a stronger woman, your life would be worth it.
Feeling like everyone is ok if they don't know you question your purpose.
That the part you feel so doomed to play, is simply not important to portray.

Someone tells you that they've been watching your rehearsals.
"I have faith in your performance, I hope you do too."
This can't be? It's too good to be true.

You run off the stage behind a curtain afraid of judgement. You have a new fan waiting for your theatrical performance. yet, you still feel that your life can't possibly be worth it, thinking your opening act will ruin the performance.
You forget that they became your fan backstage. Watching you become the person you are today. Each rehearsal growing closer to the time you finally stepped on this very stage.

You wonder how much truth is held in that fans words.
It's ok,  they fearthe ending too.
It seems an act like this always ends in an abyss. Perhaps if we didn't mess up our lines, it wouldn't always end like this.

You know the feeling?
This cant be true, why are you disappearing so soon.

You need time and that's ok, a little more time perfect your lines.



I just hope that perhaps we can open that curtain someday.