Life is not a rehersal, and he's not your audience.

Unsure, unsettling, and unaware about everything.
You're nervous for something.
For anything.
The walls start to enclose on you.
Shortness of breath.
Panic.
"I can just pretend I'm somebody else." You say.
It's the simple solution to everything.
It's the only thing you've ever known.
How to pretend.
"Don't act, just be yourself."
His words stab you right in your soul.
They bleed you out like yarn on a spindle.
Epiphany.
The sudden realization of your non-existence becomes prevalent.
You haven't the faintest idea of whom you are, nor who you should be.
"Be yourself"?
Who am I really?