The Theater Mask

whoweare

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.

  • Author: whoweare (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 13th, 2018 23:31
  • Category: Reflection
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