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The actor sits in the corner.
With cheers and smiles and stories.
Nobody knows the pain he's seen,
They only partake in his glories.
His life has been a punishment.
His life has been a toy.
Yet still no one digs deeper.
And takes off his mask of joy.
When he passes by the people, exclaim, "Wow,
It's the best actor in the world."
And this is because he can play two roles.
Behind his smile,
Lies his surprise.
His story; his ruse
His role; his disguise.
Run behind the curtain,
before the play begins to start.
If you do,
you just might see
his broken, wounded heart.
- by starryluminara |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 02/11/2011 |
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- Title: The actor
- Artist: starryluminara
- Description: I was listening to everyone at school talking about drama class, thinking about my friend and my Dad's lost dream of being an actor and then these emotions wrapped around my heart and I came up with this poem. Wish I could've though of a better title but well, I didn't. sorry.
- Date: 02/11/2011
- Tags: actor
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