My Theatrical Play.
If my life was a theatrical play, these very moments that I’m a part of would be the parts where you would hear the audience weep as tears slowly roll down their faces. If only they knew that this is not the middle or climactic part of my life as they await for an “happily ever after”, but they are already in the midst of the denouement.
This story of mine isn’t destined to end like a fairytale. It isn’t a play where the heroine ends up victorious and it isn’t a play where you can walk out of with that warm fuzzy feeling that I have not felt in a while. But rather, this will end with the monsters and demons of malicious nature winning through their torturous deeds.
This is a play where you will see me suffering slowly as my soul torn into tiny shreds and stomped on repeatedly. You may see a fake smile etched across my face and hear a fake laugher echoing across the auditorium, but please don’t let it trick you for they are part of my mask to deceive all of you.
What happens at the ending of this play you may ask? I don’t expect that you will know it. For when the final scene is taking place, this theatre will be mostly empty except for those in laughter, for in their eyes, they have seen a comedy of where I’m mocked and ridiculed into disparity and humility. And what about the other people who once occupied the now empty seats? A handful have left because this tale of mine was to depressing to sit through for the performance that has made them feel a minuscule of my pain was already to much for them to take. The rest have left because they realized they could care less about the main character up on stage and will soon forget me the moment they step outside of this hallowed hall.
But I’ll tell you this one fact about the final act of this play depicting my life. It will end with me alone on centre stage. Those other actors and actresses of ‘friends’ and ‘family’ are already gone. Though they were part of this production, they all left to live their own lives, leaving me as only a memory. People always leave.
And the perfection of this ending is that it’s consistent with the rest of the story that has already been told, for I’ll be alone surrounded in darkness and the pain that has always been present will still be piercing through my heart causing it to ache. And as the final few seconds pass, the play will finally be over and the the curtains will close and it will be the end.