She looked a little pale In the yellow light. The spots had been Changed to white. And when the white Couldn't hide her pallor, She asked the makeup To put on a brighter colour. They didn't ask if she had eaten. They tried once, Came back browbeaten. "Diet only for ma'am" Her abdomen perfectly satisfied; Her soul craving for more.
And camera.
The perfect shot Ended with a sweeping glance Across the set At her hero all decked In the knightly splendour. She was a princess whom He saved from a dragon. Little did anyone know That after a day's worth Of angry cameras panning Her face and scrutinising her life, She needed saving Mostly from herself.
And action.*
This time, a thriller. She walks down the corridor set - Director's thumbs-up, To hunt down the culprit Who snatched her family. She gives the perfect action sequence, Complete with blood trickles. "An award winner, surely." She is done with the shoot And heads home, her van. Someone is waiting. He had been waiting since she left Him that summer. Waiting for an excuse, at first. Then acceptance. Then forgiveness. She gave it her best performance, But could not fake the relief When he approached with an apology And a gun.
In my series of pieces based on social problems, this is a poem about the life an actress battling something.... something that you can percieve in whichever manner you want to.