THE ART OF ACTING
Everyday I wake up to this feeling
Where I feel like I’m living in a lie,
But not a word will I be revealing
Because I’m not ready for a reply.
I really can’t explain the reason why
But I do know, it has taken over me
And all I wanna do is just sit and cry
Knowing it’s who I was meant to be.
I may be the great actor in this play
And my job is to make you all smile
By making up jokes to seem okay,
But, I haven’t laughed in quite awhile.
You see, I’m filled with this emotion
That’s causing me to cry deep inside
And my tears are as deep as the ocean,
Coming and going, just like the tide.
How can I express how I really feel
When you all think that I’m so great,
Well the deal is that I’m not so real
And there’s just no way, you’ll relate.
So I go on, entertaining your mind
And put a spark of me in your heart.
But the real me, you can never find
For I’ve never been given my start.
An actor, a poet and maybe a friend
Is how I’m judged when you see me,
But it’s all an act, it’s just pretend
As the real me, I’ve never got to be.
Don’t worry, the show still goes on
For I’m here to keep you entertained
And even though, I know, I’m a con,
The true me will never be explained…
I have placed a smile upon my face
To let all of you know that I’m okay
But the truth is, I’m living a disgrace
With this feeling that won’t go away.
C. Raynard
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