You shed your personality as if it were your clothes,
a crown jewel to be taken off at the end of the day.
You wear a smile as though you've never been morose.
You're a trickster who always gets your way.
How do you know when to summon tears
and wield your vulnerability like a spear?
Such addiction to the audience's cheer—
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
Does it hurt to fake your relations
for rains of congratulations?
Drowning in attention,
lost in standing ovation.
You keep on chasing, and chasing trends
And don't care when your opinion offends
But what you have are spectators and not friends—
And dear, oh dear, that's where you'll end.
YOU ARE READING
The Theater
Poetry"The world is our stage and we are its actors, destined to play different roles. May it be a princess, a peasant, a hero, a traitor, every part needs its own soul. " The Theater is a collection of poems, examining different lives and love through th...
