Curtain Call

I take a bow, because the show is at its end. I look at all the faces, staring back at me, their judgments have no end. They think they know me, from the performance that I just gave. But what they know is nothing. They have no idea what hides beneath my hazel eyes. Was this the truth, or is it all lies? So I smile, and let them judge. Assume the worst. They won’t be the last, and they weren’t the first. What they think, doesn’t matter to me at all… so I turn my back on them. Curtain call.