Third Act Reveal
Someone from college,
nowhere left to run
inside his head.
Changed own name.
Must not have worked
I'm always recognized
years later, from cars,
while wearing a mask.
I knew it years ago,
pen names are pointless
as fake nose glasses.
Never ever owned up
to true self that others
flicked at like earlobe.
Attempts to change
mere marionettes
dangled in front of face.
Enough, audience says,
get back to real show,
the part where I die.
Stand up, storm stage,
curtains begin to narrow.
Fade to Chad. Applause.
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