I'm an actor,
Hidden behind a mask.
Just playing on the big scene
That is life.
I know my character,
Know my role, how to act,
But the script keeps changing,
And I can't follow it.
There is no stage director,
No one to whisper my lines.
No one to tell me how to act,
What to say, what to do.
I smile, I nod,
I repeat my lines,
I've rehearsed them before,
Thousands and thousands of time.
It doesn't make sense anymore.
I breath with the tempo,
And follow their steps.
One, two, three, four, repeat.
What will anger them?
What will appease them?
If I say the right thing,
Will they like me?
People are all under a mask,
They think they are safe.
Secrets and lies never to be uncovered.
But I can see them just fine.
Sometimes the script is familiar,
I follow it, step by step,
I know it's robotic, repeated.
I can't stop it.
People don't like it,
When I become a character,
It's freaky, it's cowardly,
They said, they screamed.
Maybe it's why I like roleplay,
I no longer have to hide,
I'm a character,
And it's a quality for once.
If I don't recognize the mask,
Does it still exist?
When does the character stops,
And reality comes shining?
Maybe I am the mask,
Maybe I am not a mere character,
Maybe I'm just me,
Maybe it's all that mattered.
