Who am I?
Where am I?
Who am I pretending to be?

God, save me from this theatre.
This enactment will be the end of me.
This eternal torture I’ve been given,
This passion for torment, the one that’s God driven.
Old few lines that clearly read:
I hear voices loudly whispering, is it all inside my head?
I stand still while I weep and crave for saving.
The worst of this theatre,
I chose to be the one I am.
God save me from this madness.
Recurring patterns ever so scornful;
While reaching the end of this piece;
Everyone’s so still and voiceless;
As if time froze, as if it never happened.
While the end is right before me, the end of this one,
I hold on to my very soul and break free,
And so here comes to next one.