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The Actress
Written by: Athena Helyion, The Thief of Always
Date: Wednesday, September 17th, 2003
Addressed to: Everyone
I scream silently,
So nobody hears.
Falling, falling,
Drowning in my tears.
Comforting the others,
Helping out my friends,
Smiling, smiling,
Making it a trend.
Faking happy gaiety,
Fooling all the world,
Beaming, beaming,
Locked forever more.
My screams are never heard,
Shouted to deaf ears,
Falling, falling,
The feeling is so queer.
Even with sad eyes,
I give them all my help,
Smiling, smiling,
I hold in all my yelps.
Tears are hidden by a hood,
As I fake my joy,
Beaming, beaming,
Not a bit too coy.
All the worlds a stage,
How very, very true,
Acting, acting,
And the audience has no clue.
The audience claps and leaves,
Back to their own small lives,
But I am just a puppet,
Until my own demise.
This is all I ever am,
An actress chained by steel,
This is where I shall forever be,
Till I eat my last meal.
The audience all loves me,
Smiling at my skill,
But for my own true freedom,
I would gladly kill.
Freedom from this wretched stage,
Where nothing is too true,
Though they say reality bites,
I can bite too.
My teeth are sharp and white,
They are a line of points,
If I bit you youd bleed to death,
Creaking at the joints.
But against this stage my teeth dont work,
For it is my only home,
I cannot tear apart a stage,
Any more than a platinum dome.
So I am chained forever,
Ive tried every single thing,
So when it comes to freedom,
The stage has an upper wing.
Ill never be away from here,
My soul it will always keep,
...But if I killed my portal here,
Out my life would seep!
I could destroy this portal,
This strange and foreign portal,
But then I could no longer be here,
With the other mortals.
Id never feel again,
Hands stroking my dark fur,
But if I had my freedom
Oh, how it makes me stir!
No longer would I waste away,
Putting on a show,
Id live my life a better way,
And very soon Id glow.
So I leave you undecided,
Unsure of what to do,
I truly want my freedom,
But I never want to forget you.
Will you stay, in my head?
Will you fade away?
Will this stage no longer be,
As away I stray.
Penned by my hand on the 25th of Midautumn, in the year 109 MA.