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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Lovechild Avatar
July 5, 2015 at 12:28 PM
Yes show business is an illusion of what they think the public can consume, admire and tolerate, while the good stuff remains buried in storage.
Hunjeri Avatar
July 21, 2015 at 2:42 PM
very true. the outer appearance is the ingridient they use to lure us and lie to themselves. thanks alot Subby. i appreciate the visit.
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