I'm tired of faking a smile
every time I see a recognizable face.
I can't pretend to be happy anymore.
Everyday is another race,
to survive life's difficult test.
Faking & acting gets so hard,
to the point where I just want to rest.

Jay Lewis Jun 29

From the moment my brown wooden eyes set upon you, I came to life.
You were a magician and I have never felt more alive.
I was no longer his Doll, you made me your leading lady and a promised wife.
You made the puppeteer disappear and my happy ending was finally here.

I was your starlet but now the plot has  changed.
You re-casted my Role of the damsel in distress in our play.
You kissed my lips one last time and before leaving
I whispered "this can't be goodbye."
How quickly bright skies can turn to darkened nights without you by my side.

I knew nothing I would say could change time.
You had someone else in your mind's eye.

She had a look so cold she could turn any man she wanted into stone.
She's your Marilyn Monroe and she always had to steal the show.
She's perfection while I'm just a plain Jane.
But I'll keep that moment where I first met you and my life changed.

Everything is all Topsy Turvy to me.
One second I'm with you then you're setting me free. I wish the torment would leave me. I wish I'd just turn back into that Doll so maybe you'd want me back after all.  

So I'll wait until the final curtain call to see who's hiding behind that mask once and for all.

Perri Jun 13

Am I entitled to an Oscar
For the act I put on everyday
Is harder work than any A Lister
Will ever endure

I am the comedian
Enticing laughter
While the demon inside
Finds joy in my cries

I am in theatre
Where everyday
I paint on my face
Masking deep sorrow
That crawls over my skin

I am in silent film
Where my actions speak louder
Than my muted words

I am an actress
And everyday
I perform
And life is my stage

BabeRuth Jun 13

I think it's beautiful
The way your hands are sturdy and calloused
Not the gentle softness illustrators are known for
These hands have felt real art
Built from the ground up
Days of mixing, moulding and texturing
Breathing life into deathly white parchments

I think it's beautiful
The way your arms are slender yet firm
Dusky brown skin holding rippling strong muscles
Strengthened slowly
through years of bullying and soul searching
Their unsymmetrical realness known not
For their harshness
But for the gentle notes they strum
Weaving elegantly with the quiet moving pictures on screens

I think it's beautiful
The way your shoulders always stand strong
A declaration demanding the eyes of every being in sight
Their angled rigidity know to be surprisingly nimble
An immovable pillar for the melting of your body
A constant transformation into unknown characters

The hidden bumps of tired hands
The rough ridges of calloused skin
The angled sharpness of chiseled bones
Hidden works of art
Flitting secretively under the armor you wear
The priviledge of their appearance
But a few can bear

Michelle Apr 16

An actor I may be,
But only by Degree.
I guess you don't need a Drama School
To take the world as a bunch of fools.
You learn your lines,
Say you need "time",
And always play it cool.

A musician you may be,
But only by Degree.
Perhaps I should sing along
Next time you write a song.
Sing the highs and the lows,
And the cliche sorrows.
And wonder where we went wrong.

Nora Apr 5

I go through the day,
Putting forth a happy display,
Living out my life
Like it were just another picture
To be made and played
By fervent, cheering crowds:
Only it’s my own reality
That I am not allowed

Raegan Meyer Mar 26


you're making things worse.
you act like you know what's happening in me.
you will never, ever be inside my mind.
nobody knows what's best for me.
i don't even know what's best for me.
so stop acting like you are what's best for me.

from me

I purchased a ticket to your matinée.
You sold me on the storyline.
Boy likes girl,
girl likes boy,
live happily ever after.

Everyone loves a happy ending.

Here I am, front row and center,
popcorn in hand;
clueless as to why I am alone.
In this dark, cold, empty place,
I am alone.

Nonetheless, here for you.

The curtain rises, it's your time to shine.
It's just like you said,
boy likes girl,
girl likes boy.

There are no two hearts more in unison,
though it seems something unsettles his mind.

Thoughts of her lying,
Thoughts of her cheating,
Thoughts of her leaving,
bestow tragedy.

I am waiting.
Where is the happy ending?
I am here waiting to watch you love,
to watch you hold,
to watch you unite.

I throw popcorn at your deceit,
at your paranoia,
at your hysteria.

You ripped me off.
I now know why I am alone.
In this dark, cold, empty place,
I am alone.

Alexia Noel Mar 8

I've become so convincing in the role of myself,
I'm starting to believe it's actually me.

Yes, great acting!
Why am  I reacting?
Shame about your treats,
You're one of life's creeps,
Shame about your empty space,
Rak off and join the human race!

Feedback welcome.
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