Hollywood
I smile, a forced smile, while inside am no smiles
I walk, in different beats, while my one walk that I love sits on the curb
I sing, not my kind of tunes, hidding my sincere rhythms somewhere in the dark
I laugh, for the camera, for the motion picture, not from the inside
I dress, new dresses, new accessories, new make-up, different styles, to keep up with the appearance
I got my act right, I do not care anymore, shameless.....hollywood me, should be getting an Oscar.
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