She is able to portray the character she is meant to be on screen and in front of a camera.
She can deliver lines learned from a script or improv.
She can feign different emotions based on the scene she is in.
She can take on the life and personality of her character(s).
However, she can separate who she is in reality from the characters she portrays...
And that is a good actress.

Thy who have no hatred,
will never have love;
Thus says the one,
that knows hatred is in love.

Emotions are hateful,
depression is lovely;
yet they say its the opposite,
because they've never tried.

And so I close my eye
in hatred and in love;
To advert it from you,
to amend my mistake.

So Hatred started to fall,
to fall into,
to fall deeply;
and finally In Love.

Got it buzzed
back to GI days.

A quarter inch
all over, I said
to the dubious barber.

It took some
getting used to
when passing
mirrors.

But now I love it!

I call it
my Monk's haircut.

No maintenance.

Wake up, perfect;
Swim, perfect;
Stroll about
in hurricane,
perfect.

Now I love
to feel
the wind
in my hair
that is
no longer
there.
   ~mce

Is my appearance uneasy?
Does my darkness expose—darkened spirits,
And a vessel in need of mending?
Have my scarlet relatives,
Evoked only the most cherished desires?
—blinding you from my deaths.
When I whither,
I turn from crimson reds,
To the blackest of blacks,
I was not meant to live forever.

In a heartbeat, to the core of my being. think before you speak. you could never understand so don't ******* talk about or wish things you know absolutely ******* nothing about. It's not a "gift",its a ******* curse, there are no advantages... I can't change anything no matter how hard I try,my whole life.  I truly despise myself so how could I ever,ever love another? I refuse to drag anyone down with such foolishness. It would never work between you and I, as much as I care and love helping take care of others. I'm barely holding it together so if I can't fix myself, how could I fix you? I doubt I'm strong enough.

What makes me feel beautiful is makeup and hair dye.
I love to paint my lips a bright pink, but I get upset
When that is all anyone sees.
I work on my physical appearance so much,
pasting my hair down perfectly, making sure my
eyeliner is symmetrical.
I get angry when no one sees what my personality can be
but truthfully, I don't work on that half as much as I work
on my outward appearance.
Maybe my insides aren't beautiful enough to compliment.
Maybe my hair is the best thing about me.
Maybe I'm not worth what I think I am.
Unless you count my "beauty."

Please excuse me if I’m loyal to you in every aspect
And think that your mind is what deserves my respect
If I hold you in high esteem because of the opinions you hold
Instead of the sight my eyes behold

Please excuse me if my self-esteem takes a hit
Every time you call another girl fit
If my heart breaks and I can’t help but condemn
All the comment you make about them

Am I not beautiful to you?

What about myself do I hate?
Way too much to abbreviate.

Why am I all ears,
When you hardly spend a second
discovering my fears.

Why was I made to be reserved,
As all it does
is keep you deterred.

I'm tired of hypocrisy. Every female that I know complains for not having found a decent guy. The truth is that that guy may be under their ******* noses and they'll never realize so because they are after some hot, six-packed idiot. They never think twice about their loyal, sweet, non-hot friend. Maybe if they did, they would notice that he does lots of little things for her. He would dump anyone or anything he's doing to go and rescue you from a bad haircut or ****** break-up. He seems a bit off when you talk to him, like he's somewhere else, but still listening carefully to every word you say. He is secretly wondering what it would feel like to taste your lips or kiss away your tears. He is fantasizing about your eyes and the way they light up with laughter whenever you find something funny. The way your tiny button-nose twitches upward when you are grossed out. He is daydreaming about your hands traveling through his body, and going down his navel... He wonders what it would be like to watch TV while you caress his hair.
And he sighs and you ask him what's wrong. He smiles lazily and with a sad look in his eyes he answers:
"Nothing."
He'll never tell you how he feels because he knows that you'd turn him off. And he loves you, has loved you for a while now. He treasures your friendship more than anything and he is afraid that if he tells you the truth, that will scare you off. He can keep you with him by not telling you his true feelings. You would reject him. He's not risking that much. He'll just settle with friendship, patiently waiting for you to wake up one day and realize that you're in love with him.

And this is why, my dear female friends, you don't find the right guy. You are looking for perfection and we all figure that that doesn't exist, after a while. You seek for the ideal guy. **There's no such thing.