butterfly stains

I

accused of the lies you plotted for yourself
dealing with the drama
in a theatre
you take on a character
more real than yourself.

the script says to cut
cut
the lines

and you can no longer stop
what comes out.
the red of your face
blanks you of the pastel colors
[colors you painted on yourself]

aggressively embarrassed and angered
you are left by
a false stranger's truth
a stranger going by your name.

say your monologue
the curtains are up
lights on your speech
gradually displace the air with your tales.

young actor, congratulations on those awards

good for you.

because when you were a person you only gave a mediocre performance