I Am An Actor.

I am an actor.

I hide behind the paper, I hide behind the mask.

The paper is designed by my past.

Words I have learned, words that keep me calm.

Words I know, words that kept written on my palm.

I plan ahead, with every word I’ve ever said.

I’ll even say the words at night when I am lying in my bed.

If I get it wrong, I fall into panic.

My mind goes blank, and my head goes mute.

Please do not ask me a question that’s not the script.

Because I will lose my words, I’ll lose my grip.

Do they like me? Do they despise me?

Will they typecast me? Even just slightly?

They give me a script that I don’t know, and I can tell that it is really starting to show.

Can I do this? Can I get the part?

I remember that acting is my art.

But my breath is empty and full of fear-

I can’t learn the words this quick, I wish I could just disappear.

Why do I act like this? They must think I am weird.

No normal human speaks like this, no wonder no one cheers.