Someone once said all the world is one of these
That may be so, but not everyone is an actor
As I feel a lot of people decide to spend their time as props
Giving others something to manipulate but not adding much to the plot of history
Enabling them to dodge the question of to be or not to be because they were afraid to perform
So you feel like you’re an imposter, an actor
That you play your part in the drama called life
And you are not too good at the role
Give yourself credit. No one else could take your place
Embrace the applause and take a bow, you’re a star
So what is my line again?
Cut! Take five everyone, except you. Can’t you remember your line for five seconds?
Really. I can get it, just throw me a bone.
I should just replace you with the gopher. She knows the line.
Please! Like you could. I am an actor. You are just… well what are you?
That would be your boss, and the person telling you you’re fired.
All she ever let them see was her screen face
Cold, aloof, mysteriously beautiful
The fact is she was scared, scarred, and so plain was something to hide
Oh there were times she thought about letting go of the persona and just be
Reality was she was too committed to her craft to let her audience down