I have grown to become
So horribly good at plastering on
A sickly sweet smile
Across my damn face
That I am beginning to wonder
If all this emptiness
And sadness
And numbness
And aching from within
Comes from all the years of acting
The one in which
I have practiced
Over and over again
Until it became second nature to me
Engrained into my brain
More than just a mask,
More than just a facade,
Because I think if
I were to become an actress
I would make a right fool out of everyone else
For I would probably beat them
At their own bloody game
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sunflowers by the sea
PoetryThe book 'sunflowers by the sea' is a compilation of poems I have written. It is about the wonders over the hardships as well as complications of the human life, where the highs and the lows, the dos and the don'ts, as well as the desperate hopes of...
