i don't have the write words
to show what i know
just enough to let you know
i'm listening
i was raised to be an actor
but i try so hard to write
(an actor without borrowed emotions?)
i'd speak from experience
but all my experiences have been
kept to a stage
never become a manufactured product
acting is a good buy
safty is a number
can you count that high?
i'd like to break out of what i know
how far could that take me
it's a mad world out there
take no prisoners
learn to smile
when your scared
just get by
this is survival on the fittest
and i fit right in
with my confident walk
and my plastered smile
who knew my happiness was
a paper
catching my thoughts
you'd never guess
but behind this smile
inside this borrowed emotion
is just me
i'm not what you see on that stage
don't congratulate me
for acting
congratulate me
for thinking
for myself
Or maybe our conversation alludes to this poem?
= ) I notice many allusions to our conversation now..