Your whole life is a stage.

Vivian got lost some how. Amongst the swirls of glass.

This use to be fun,She thought..When  I was still had my innocence.

I just want to get it back she mutters to no one in particular.

I want to crawl into a hole she thought.

A dark cold hole.

And they can erect a stone.

This sad pathetic excuse of a human lives here.

How do you return from nothing?

She is not really sure.

Vivian sits down. The ground is filthy but she does not care.

Popcorn kernels and scrapped gum.Peanut shells.

She feels so used,and exploited.

But she hears the clapping.

And she knows.

On with the show.

What do they really want anyway?

SO on with the show.

She plasters on a smile,over her empty exterior.

Trying to look real and inviting,when the real died years ago. When all she wants to do s cry. Vivian laughs. She dances and captivates.

They clap,and smile and whistle.

Because after all that is all they really want.

They wouldnt love her if they saw her in her downtime.

Would they?

But all she really wants is some one to see her.

She had him once and he was lovely.

But he got her confused with the stage.After the smiles were gone and the dark cloud resided he just could not live with who she was.

Please,Please dont leave me.

She begs to know one in particular as the crowd leaves and she heaves herself to the floor.

Broken and empty she cries.

Can life be more then a show?

Is she more then a stage?

Who is she anyway?

Does any one even know?