This is not your dress rehersal.
You perform for no one.
There is no crowd, no laughter,
no tears, no applause.
A one-man act,
spot light on you.
No chorus, no extras,
no one opposite you.
I no longer stand among your
imaginary audience.
I will not take part in a pathetic
show in which you mock the reality
you refuse to face.
Strike the set, close the curtain,
The show is over.
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