The Actor

All my emotions are put up for entertainment. All the happy, frightened, smiles and the ugly all accessible for the whole world. All my pretend is real. My clothes are picked out for the character, but they are still itchy on my pale delicate skin. I do this to make people feel something out of my own feelings. I open my arms and volunteer my affection and sanity to put on a good show for you and mostly so you keep watching. I pull down my eyelids until they swell up and my pupils contract so the directors can call action and the money is made. I gave you everything. I showed you a side I didn't even want to see. Then you stopped watching. And told everyone my pain. However, people liked it. People saw my authenticity. And I continue to walk down the red walkway, with flashing lights and opportunities.