My Monologue!
(Old woman homeless laying under black steel steps partially hidden under cardboard and news papers talking to herself only the sound of cars and people walking in the distance)
I just lay here waiting as the room fades to black... Listening to everything my hearing making me believe the night is calm, but I know it is not (pauses to smile) life is simply an illusion masking the simplicity of deception and worries... Everywhere you look you see happiness but it is all lies (covers herself a little more so now all you can see is her dirty face) or a cover up rather, a cover up of the truth. But you can see it in the eyes, eyes tell all. (Starts rocking gently back and forth) They tell stories; stories of the cheating and remorse maybe even guilt or doubt. Even more the eyes show temptation and treachery, seduction of the best sort, (smiles) full of knowledge, knowledge of the weak, the niave, or just the stupid followers. (Pause) everyone is a follower though. Not many can lead that's why we have the powerful. But see the true power doesn't lie in those that have wealth or ""class"" but the people you least expect. Those who can corrupt, lie, and cause chaos. Those least expected have power beyond your wildest dreams...(coughs) but that's just the real world, the world only you and I see... (Laughs) you walk past me, seeing only the street ahead, but I see you. I see the way your face turns away with the slightest trace of disgust, and I see your nervousness, so rank a smell I can almost taste it. But as you hurry past I just laugh, I laugh knowing that you'll hide your self in your fancy clothes and money, and your perfect family with your (sneers) perfect smiles. But only you and I know the truth. He leaves for a late night at work while your all alone, alone with your young child crying all the time, and he's really down the road, having a quick (pauses giggling a little) drink, with your best friend. I know your thoughts, your worries, your (pause) temptations, you know the truth and that makes you hate you hate him and your child and all those smiling faces... Till you grab the soft pillow just wanting to squeeze out your frustrations. Instead you slowly muffle the cries till they become quieter and final stop...(Takes a long slow breath) now your me... Laying here, (pause) watching, (pause) knowing, and waiting once again for the room to fade black. (Room slowly fades out)
