Masquerader

I'm sorry.
You've mistaken me
for someone, who
knows what's going on
someone, who
knows how to play the game.
Alas!
I do not even know
what game it is we're meant to be playing.
I am but an actor.
It is the only thing I'm good at -
pretending.
Pretending that life is good
that I am in control.
What a façade!

You see me as a giant
a shining star in the pitch black sky
illuminating the universe.
If only you knew
how I see myself.
A small fry
a firefly
light fading
with every passing moment
soon to be forgotten
soon to be gone
shrivelled on the floor
a disgrace.

This masquerade.
The longer I play
the better I get
and the more I fear being
found out.