Don't fall in love with an actor All they want to do is play the leading role in your heartbreak They are just rehearsing for someone else while they fake their way in and out of your life They steal the spotlight in your eyes and take all the credit they can carry They treat love like an audition Then they run away like you're Macbeth and let their ego swallow you whole
but you can’t fool Me, I see your sadness for exactly what it is, in between fake laughs false compliments, & passive aggressive insulting attacks,
I see your sadness that you hide behind those name brands, Drew House with fake smiles can’t fool me nor impress me, the only way to get ride of your darkness is to let it go, share Yourself with others like Shia did with #IAMSORRY, made some mistakes a couple hundred times but it’s okay, find a Purpose like Justin admit your mistakes & say Sorry,
you’re beautiful just the way you are, mistakes paved the way, you are a living Self Portrait, put your colors on display, & admit you were so concerned with your own heart, that you didn’t see the Heartbreaks that you made…
from poem #5 of THHT3: The Hollywood Hills Trilogy 3 available worldwide 9/9/19
The audience goes silent As the curtain starts to open There on the stage is a whole other world Maybe one from this galaxy Sometimes from the next But nevertheless the actors preform The characters evolve as the show goes on Then comes the ******, you thought we were done So many twists and turns until a conclusion Oh, the scene is now over The curtains have shut The drama is done These actors take off their makeup But still inside them lives The character they played, the character they once lived.
The curtain had risen now the play must start Put on the stupid mask and wear your fake heart Say all the lines clear so they must not have to hear That all your smiles are sobs and all your laughs are tear
Give them the show, the one they always want Your pain is amusing, entertain them with stunts If they want you to be stabbed and cut by a sword Close your mouth, just follow, don't say a word
For no one cares if it will cut that **** deep After all you're just an actor forced to play the script
I’ve got a bruise in the shape of Tom Cruise; It’s on my back next to the Charlie Sheen tattoo. It’s time I stopped picturing all these actors, But still I see Bruce Willis’ face on all the posters.
Cameron Diaz is listening to jazz And I’ll thank her please if she will give me a lap dance. I drop my pants looking for some kind of romance, But all I find is someone playing Una Mas.
I wouldn’t normally mind, But they are playing way out of key And woe is me if I can’t get what I need to make me happy; I need to watch Mr. Bean.
Watching Van Damme for five whole seconds; That’s enough of that, I surely do reckon. You can’t sell me anything in your television adverts. If I need something I will buy it; To your lies I will not listen.
Movie stars and five star ratings. Who do I complain to about talk show hosts, Who act like they are dating, The person they interview? Get to the real questions; We have had enough of you And your luvvie ways, Telling them they are great.
Why not ask them about their drugs habits? Their exes, their fights and headline stories? You smile, you fake, you are in love; you idiot. An actor is just a man or a woman, An interviewer is just a puppet.