What a job, to act in a play.
All pain is fake when a bow takes place.
Never needing to worry about your own feelings.
Always getting to watch your own dealings.
Such an easy life for a closed off fellow.
Every day so easy and mellow.
No one who acts could feel with what they let themselves be.
Or that's just what I see.
Who could fake a smile so real.
I suppose that's me, hiding what I feel.
The stage lights drip onto a stage.
One where every set is carefully placed.
There should never be room for mistakes.
With an audience so blank.
They never notice that the acting is not real.
They always believe in how I say I feel.
For on a stage I can be anyone but me.
On a stage i'm happy, don't you see?
YOU ARE READING
Magic
Poetry"I always loved those sparkly twists. If only I knew the harm in false bliss." A poem of all the magic in living. It's not always bright, but just enough light. ⚠️May contain triggering content⚠️ The cover and any other artwork is not mine unless sa...
