Acting

A story of masks and puppet strings.

Some people act for entertainment

To give the masses what they want

But others act for different reasons

To save their very sense of self

To feel your lifeblood stripped away

To feel scrutinized for being you

I can only imagine how it feels

To have to put facades up over yourself

Everyone will wear their masks

And puzzle about who it is they really talk to

What that plastic smile truly covers

A madman or an artist?

To act like we are controlled

To act like we actually believe

To change our wavelength for others

Such is the nature of humankind

Who is it that actually braves their soul

Faces the world with arms wide 

And no shields but their own will

A much more valiant being than I, I'm sure

Who really believes in being a marionette

Who actually thinks our fear is needed

What drives us to give pain yet fear it as well

We truly cannot hold ourselves together

We are without glue

No needle and thread

To mend the broken parts

Of these soulless mannequins

We fear others because of words

And make others fear us through our words

We fear our world and resort to playing roles

We fear ourselves for our human meanness

Author's Note

This was kind of spur of the moment, so I really can't judge its worth. Thoughts?