Their's is the Anger of a different kind The anger of people who never tried In their minds they soared to greatness But reality for them was empty places To the stranger they seemed evasive Smiling behind their glamorous faces I know these people well I know their heart's and I know their hell
Actor's and Actresses but not of stage Playing their parts with passion and rage No curtain falls for them No applause, no critics pen Their's souls are trapped in self made cages Freedom is easy but to make the changes