Rehearsal.

and a fifth................

rehearsal.

This is my stage.
Where I confess my rage.
My mental and emotional cage.
Scribbled onto a page.

This is my set.
Where I portray my best.
& hide away the rest.
In efforts to pass this test.

This is my prop.
That dictates the start and stop.
That directs this written plot.
The pen that starts the dot.

This is my audience.
That soak up my ambience.
And absorb this pretense.
& consume it as confidence.

This is my play.
The act for each day.
Set to constantly stay,
Stuck on replay.

-Saara