wow, this is a lot longer than my usual poems...but it still doesn't rhyme (sobs) i tried, but it wouldn't work! and it still doesn't! ahhhhhhh

ok, anywho, please review (my usual two reviewers...not that i'm not grateful! it's better than nothing! but still...)

Disguise

My mask is cracking

My face is exposed

The stoplight’s on me

Will my costume fall too?

The props are lost

The stage drop is falling

The wings are blocked

There’s no escape

My façade is gone

I’ve lived with it so long

How will I survive?

The world stares

I’ve no protection

I’m left bare

Who will I go to?

I need somebody

To help me out here

To offer shelter

From those prying eyes

My mask, my costume

My props and backdrops

Where are they?

The audience boos

I can’t get away

My old exits can’t be found

Who will be my exodus?

Is no one in the crowd

Able to see me for me?

Am I truly nothing

Without my disguise?