The Show Maker
With the rise of the sun , my eyes are kissed with the its rays and it's beauty, however , my heart is still heavy. I feel like I am living a lie ...
I really can’t explain the reason why, but I do know, it consumes me inside taking over me...
it’s who I'm meant to be...
I feel like an actor and this world is my stage ...my job is to make you all smile...
But it's all a facade because, I haven’t laughed in a while...
I don't know my role, but this one has me smiling on the outside and eating me up deep inside...
A wind of pain blowing and roaring ...
Coming and going, just like the tide, I am tired...
I wish you could see through my smiles, I wish you could smell my rottenness ...
I wish I wasn't so great in your eyes , then maybe you could see beyond this facade ...
Well the deal is that I’m not so real, because deep down I am sad ...
Like any of you i suck at living ...
Either way the show must go on ...
I need to put a spark of me in your hearts...
But the real me, you can never find...
For I’ve never been given my start, one thing i know is to hide...
An actor, a poet and maybe even a friend is how I’m judged when you see me...
But it’s all an act, it’s all just a hoax...
As the real me, I’ve never got to be...
Don’t worry, the show still goes on
For I’m here to keep you entertained ...
like a clown in tears i must smile on ...
I have placed a smile upon my face...
To let all of you know that I’m okay...
But my inside is dry , dry as a wild fruit in the desert sun ...
A reminder that I live in disgrace , embrace this mess ...
Chaos soaked in stress...
At times life is just a mess , a taste of it becomes a curse ...
Copyright © Wilkins Sikazwe | Year Posted 2022
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