Being an actor has changed me. I do it because I love it, and the fame and praise happens to be a bonus. Acting is an art. It's a form of expression. I speak through characters so I can tell people exactly how I feel. But of course, they don't know me.
But when I come to rehearsal crying, I'm told the show must go on. When there is a hole in my heart, I'm told that I'm on in five. So I temporarily fill that hole with acting. I hide my pain from my audience, and replace it with worry. Happiness. Sadness. Joy. What the script says I'm supposed to feel.
Eventually the life eats you up inside and kills you slowly. No soul. All that's left is a mold of who they want you to be. But when the curtain goes down, and reality returns, it hits you.
I'm like clay. I can be molded into whatever they want me to be, and as long as I hold my form everyone's happy. Except for me.
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The Crazies, They Make Me Feel Sane
Overig3rd Place Winner of the 2017 Glow Awards --------- These are random entries, some are inspiring, and some tell the stories that we all feel, but never say out loud. They're kind of like poetry, but I doubt they follow any of the rules of poetry. And...
