: About Me

The Actor So many names, so many faces But when have I truly been me? Too long have I played the actor Discarding the masks after each performance Only to put on another when the curtain draws open again. Do I even know who I am? I've pretended for so long that I forget who this person is Staring back at me in the mirror. Are we to be judged by our past acts Even when they are not our own? Or are we blank slates, free to write Our own? To write our part in this play? So when the curtain calls, when it opens once again; I'll no long be on stage. No more masks, no more lies. No more pretendi...