Story Line
I go where I’m led.
Nothing about me is hard won.
I painted my face
With new makeup
Thickening each moment
Laying fantasy on reality
Upon fantasy.
Every feature
looked warped, lonesome,
unbelonging.
I’m a miserable actress-
Giving up,
Walking abstractly off stage,
To join the audience.
ugh. i feel this. i am a terrible faker.
same