ACTING
Feeling twisted,
having been put through the ringer.
Down and out,
day after day,
trapped in an empty space,
feeling out of place.
Acting does not work.
It is like wearing a mask.
No one is fooled.
It hides nothing.
After pain,
there is more pain.
I feel empty and drained.
There is no escape.
I wish there were,
but wishing changes nothing.
My sense of the tragic
follows me
wherever I go.