He sighs, the nameless actor
as he dresses in fake clothes.
Tonight is opening night.
All the people are in rows.
He's nervous, the handsome actor.
All the women swoon for him.
If they knew him as he is,
they'd never let him in.
He knows horror, the fearful actor.
Horror he can't explain:
the tremendous fear of failure,
the fake love that caused him pain.
He's an enigma, the demented actor.
Are his characters himself?
He doesn't know what's real and fake
and sets his feelings on a shelf.
He's ready, the talented actor.
Ready for the show.
He buries his feelings deep inside
to make sure no one knows.
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I'm yours. I'll admit it. However, I love to write poetry and prose with all my heart. It keeps me going sometimes when I'm buried in stress. I also love the film industry. I would like nothing more than to go to college and get a degree in film studies. When I was doing research into this career, I realied something. Actors are a different person in every film. This poem was inspired by the fact that no one raelly knows what goes on in an actor's head. You can never know an actor because they know how to put on a show. I tried to convey that in this poem.