All the World's a Stage

All the world’s a stage,

And all the men and women merely players.

I am no exception

Although I do not understand my role very much.

I have a name, a mother, father, and brother

So I know I’m at least a daughter and a sister. 

And I know pretty much what I like and dislike;

But please, don’t ask who I am.

Don’t ask me what I care about the most in the world

And what I’m capable of doing for it.

Don’t ask me where I’ve been and where I’ll go

Or what anything means.

Don’t ask me about my dreams

And why I’m afraid of pursuing them.

Don’t ask me what makes me weep

And what part of me is missing.

Don’t ask me if I will make it to the end of the story

Or what I’ll be left with.

I do not know such things,

And perhaps I do not need to.

For with each passing scene, I’ll learn and I’ll grow,

Discovering more of myself as I go.

So let the curtains rise and fall.

The stage awaits: the act unplanned,

My lines unwritten, heart unsure.