Life is a theatre. The stage is for those who act!

It is hard, to lie. It builds up within you and doesn't go away. Many
call this guild. I know better.

Each day I play my role to it's finest. I put the glory into this extra
character it doesn't even deserve. No, she is only a pawn on this
chessboard. But her character clears the way to the king.

She loves life, is happy. She is funny, and people like her. She is
cute, small, quick-witted, and helpful. She listens but doesn't give
advice. It belittles her. And all that character- over in a couple
lines!

That is who I am. I am the window through which you see this girl. And I
tire of her.

Over and over and over again! Do they not think I get bored, of the same
lines, the same words, that no one else has come to care about? And it
is obvious that I am good enough to play all those parts that have
respect, importance, the ones the new people get, the amateurs of
theatre. No wonder they call me old!

But how to go about this? I want rid of this character. I hate her. She
is only proud of the shit she gets, the ignorance, the mocking, the
jokes. She is blind. But how can I obtain a new persona without looking
selfish? Give the new part to ME! It is against her character and she is
becoming me.

I ask nicely. It is already filled by another actor, but he doesn't
care. He doesn't like his part. But my role of sweet and innocent has
belittled me. Me, the actor, not the mask I put on before going out on
stage. I have given enough, I expect something. But obviously I am of no
use.

I shall act no more.


-Ydachikachishiroul Skar'Akai-

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Miraman, in the year 318 AF.