Forced Performance.

Curtain descending on open stage,

I watch the performance where only I play.

I held the applause for less than a minute,

For goes a production with only I in it.

I dimmed the light on my own broken heart,

And I set the scene, which held me apart.

Given a chance, I would make a change,

But my charade of a life begins once again.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Another old one I found in a text file.

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