The Curtain Call.

Hazy walls box me in, I'm stuck,
trapped in this endless cycle.
Hurt, regret, loneliness swirl around my head
I'm sinking, drowning in them.
Sorrow is my only friend now,
I can trust her, she'll never change
how she is, how she feels.
She remains constant, unfaltering. 

The corridors are full of people
but I don't acknowledge them
I want to remain invisible, 
wandering in my own mind.
My destination is unknown to them
They don't care where I'm going
I'm glad. The feeling is mutual.
I don't need them anyway.

I climb the stairs, edging closer
to the conclusion I have yet to reach.
I walk through uncertainty, 
eventually I'll reach clarity.
I've arrived now, at my final curtain call.
This, right here is my stage, 
my feet hang over the edge,
and I fall to greet my audience...