see me

let the curtains close
the fans bid farewell
to an evening of
fancy, fabulous

of tea party glamour,
elegant gowns,
adorned with gems
majestic, fake,
enthusiastic smiles
capped and crowned,
gleaming white

let the curtains close
let's say good night
whisper
the sound of loneliness
into the wind
into the empty
corners of the
halls and halls
where no one lives
but people lie

let the curtains close
and the people rest
don't look at me
I'm not my best
this day is old,
my skin turned gray
don't look at me
in the light of day

twilight is
what I prefer
no morning glare
no evening dull

the curtain will open
just press pull
we'll all glisten
maybe even listen
to this play's
determined plot
where we all have
a part, a life
a lot