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 ...