Welcome to the show,
actors they are hollow.
Puppets dancing around,
to music with no sound.
Meant to entertain,
we can't see their pain.
They only speak from script,
multiple roles souls ripped.
There are people in their mind,
the answer they need to find.
Are they who they were born,
or the masks they adorn?
YOU ARE READING
my poems
PoetryEach of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.
