Holding back the tears that are bound to come flowing and overwhelming I fear my heart can’t take anymore of this abuse What I fool I’ve been to hold my heart out in my hand. I’ve prayed every night for love in my life. All has been torn away, and now I am here by myself trying to cope with this broken heart. Who knows what it will take for me to come back to life and have that light in my eyes reunite. Thought I found what I was looking for so long ago but is it what I need? Or only what I am told is required by foolish men? I’ve told myself time and time again your not alone and I know I am not, but I’m still missing something. I’ve placed my finger on it but it’s so hard to come across and understand. Waiting is the hardest part of this. What will be the ending of my play be when the curtains are drawn shut will there be applause or a deafening silence of a disenchanted crowd? I think the director of this play has it in for me or is it that he’s only one truly looking out for what is right? But will someone please tell him that my character wasn’t meant to be alone in center stage with all watching and judging without even knowing…knowing me.