My dear friend,
Here is another poem I wrote. Enjoy it.
Stepping onto the stage, she lifts her face to the lights
She lets out a sigh and whispers her part
She doesn't know what she would be without this life
She takes her bow and throws a kiss to the black
She can't make out faces, but she doesn't mind
No one out there knows what her life lacks
And all she knows and all she feels isn't real
Everything she says, every move she makes
Is nothing but pages and ink
She is an actress, and she lives in lies
The lies are all she knows
She is an actress, and when she smiles
No one can tell she wants to cry
The curtain falls for the final time
She wants to let go, but can't find the reason
Wanting to sing, but can't find the rhyme
Bravo, they call, and she feels right for a moment
She's found her place, but it never lasts
They take it away, never ask for her consent
And all she knows and all she feels isn't real
Everything she says, every move she makes
Is nothing but pages and ink
She is an actress, and she lives in lies
The lies are all she knows
She is an actress, and when she smiles
No one can tell she wants to cry
Backstage in the dressing room, she closes the door
Shuts out the feelings that threaten to follow her in
She doesn't want to face the world anymore
Wipes off her makeup, picks up her keys
Another night alone, waiting for the instant
She can walk back on her stage with the greatest of ease
And all she knows and all she feels isn't real
Everything she says, every move she makes
Is nothing but pages and ink
She is an actress, and she lives in lies
The lies are all she knows
She is an actress, and when she smiles
No one can tell she wants to cry
With all my love,
Alyssa
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