Poem: Performers

By: Neelam Singh


There’s a dark side to everyone
No one is a perfect picture
The outside world just doesn’t see it all
The inner being, a stranger, an imposter
We believe what we see
Mind games are played treacherously
Many are caught in pretense
Only one’s own being knows its inner self
The world indeed is a stage
And we the performers
A lifetime is spent in performing and watching performance
So many emotions, so many ideas, so many gestures
Yet the mask remains
The true self remains hidden under the cloak of the perfect picture portrayed

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