Because I'm an actor...
I'm really good at plastering on a fake smile and laughing away the tears forming in my eyes.
Because I'm an actor, you would never know when I cried myself to sleep that night. Because I'm an actor you won't know the full story ever. I let you into snippets of my life, only letting the camera focus on what I think is photo ready. I may "open up", talk about my trauma, what's on my mind, but how can I tell what's a performance and what is the real show?
Questioning every intention, thought, and feeling, I don't know what is mine and what I am defined to be. I don't even know when the tears rolling down my face like globs of honey are the tears of sweet sorrow or merciless fears, or even if they are just apart of the show. Because I'm an actor I have my life fit into a pretty little frame, when in reality the behind the scenes are more chaotic than one would imagine.
I'm an actor, with a fake smile, fake laugh, and fake confidence all tied up with a little bow. Presented to you on social media appearing to be the golden imagine defining "having your life together" when mine is covering the walls. I'm an actor.
