The Many Faces
The melodramatic roles. A
face always thrust into the
spotlight. Your life centered
around fictitious characters.
Hours and hours of reading
pointless lines that can
drive you over the cliff
of lucidity. Minutes of
time wasted in order to
entertain a captivated
audience that glorifies
you or despises you.
It all depends on your
Specific role. What
about all of the actors
that committed suicide?
Depression, self-hatred.
A million emotions
swirling in a cloud.
Who would want to
tempt fate? Fame can
ruin a beautiful profession.
Not only fame but the
many faces of actors.
They are asked to transform
themselves into an entirely
new person. What do you
want to be when you grow
up? I’m sure you never
answered “different people”.
All the same person, me, but
different expressions,
attitudes…A whole
diverse person. Whether
Bad or good. I don’t know.
But different.
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