A solo performer questions why she constantly shares pieces of herself online, oscillating between craving validation and self-criticism. The monologue mirrors social media's fragmented nature, exploring authenticity versus performance and the exhausting cycle of seeking approval.
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Could it be I come back broken? And was there any point to this at all? There might have been, but now I can't call the running is fun until you— I'm always sharing pieces of me. Yeah, pieces of me. Will they ever all agree? Will they like the parts I'm showing? I'm always sharing pieces of me till there's nothing left to lose. So far from discreet at times. This is all I know. Hey, was there a point to this at all? There might have been, but now I can't recall. The run was fun until the fall. Screw this. Why do I do this to myself? I do this for the kids who do this, which meant for everyone else. Everyone else. Clap your hands if you're having fun. Clap your hands if you feel no one will ever give this a like. Will ever comment, 'It's gorgeous, Teddy, you know it.' Clap your hands if you need a break. Clap your hands if you're feeling feeling fake, so put it away. Where did all of my days go? I know my FOMO is real. Wait, this lighting, I'm feeling— maybe this is the moment that sends everyone reeling. And here I go again to think one pic might be what sets me apart. I thought this was the start, Was there any point to this at all? Was there any point to this movie? No, no, I can't recall this being fun. None now at all. Why do I do this to myself? So why do I do this? Would it get through? This was all about everyone, everyone else. Clap your hands if you're having fun. Clap your hands if you feel no one will ever give a shit. Will ever make you feel valid when you need it. Clap your hands if you need a break. Clap your hands if you're feeling fake, so cool. —put it away, and I'm feeling okay, but no, my phone always rings. I can't focus on spinning, spinning out of control with every second not winning. And here I go again. Is this the one that's gonna set me apart? Maybe this is the song. I'm always sharing pieces of me, yeah, pieces of me for anyone to see. Are you there?
