Is acting truly an art to be praised?
We see it every day
Not on TV nor on the radio
Not in a play nor in a movie
Everyone around us
Has something to hide
And will act differently
With different people
The only time a person
Is truly themselves
Occurs when they are alone
In their secret haven
For most this sacred place
Is in their room or journal
A place where they
Can show their insanity
On the other hand some
Are inside the person’s head
Hidden from all eyes
Why do we hide ourselves?
And go through life as another?
