I peek from behind a veil. A rich ornate crimson colored piece of fabric. I see bits and pieces of what is happening yonder. I stand back content to watch from afar. I am tired of having been the focus. Of having the spotlight turned on me. I understand it was of my choosing. The drama queen I have been, I loved the heat from the overhead lights, the glare of the camera and the feeling of power that came from an audience lapping up what I dished.
Then I realized. Realized that behind the harsh glare all those seats were filled with people I knew. People I had chosen to surround myself with. I saw a reflection of me in them. Behind those front rows, were the empty seats. The ones that mocked at me. The ones that told the true story. I drew back, slowly but surely and one day decided to end it all.
These days, I linger in the shadows, craving the limelight. The time will never be right and my story shall lay untold.
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