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
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 5:24 PM UTC
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
written in 1998