I do not want to be an actor
I’m sick of being on the cast page
My whole world has become a big stage
On which I am the only player.
I am a comedy, for right now.
Soon Shakespeare will call it tragedy.
Their cords of life are real rickety
If the plot stays course, they’ll be laid down.
I follow my cues. I say my lines.
My timing, it is infallible
My character, he’s congenial
But in hidden misery, he cries.
I long to get away from the stage
To tear away, more than catharsis.
The Character is paralysis
And so I act, and I hide the rage.
The audience watches with pleasure.
And yet no one can see the real me
What I’ve hidden deep no one can see
They just think my acting is treasure.