All the World's A Stage

All the world's a stage
That's what you said
Acrtors and directors, playwrights and them
A jagged swirl of madness
Proclaiming the end
It's the first page
And there's tragedy ahead.

Flying away into the night
Secrets are kept while stories begin
The script's been twisted, tore after a fight
If this is so wrong, then why's it feel right?

Hiding away, escape from the fray
Escape from normality, and from silver and gold
In thie world there's nothing worse than being so bold
It's all different yet still the same
By dying the world has nothing to gain.

This play we're in is almost dead
We've had a good run, now it's time for the end
Extras never, talk to the lead
Puppet master above, full of lust and greed.

We really could have worked if you'd only tried
Was it wrong, or dirty, against God's will?
The engine failed half up the hill
With the whole world against us, it was bound to die
I'm the star of this play
Called the tragedy, lies

Erm... so what do you think? Please tell me, because I am always willing to take suggestions to help improve my writing.
This was originally going to be a song, but I think I like it as a poem better!