Treasure Island

Abdul Wahab

The Actor In Me

I am on the stage
Of my own life

No camera, no light
I painted my face

With fire and ice
Without smoke and without flame

I bake my heart
Like a bread

But on the stage
With all of my self pride

I am brave
And I keep my face bright

I tell lies after lies
But people take those as truth

To people it appears
I laugh I smile

But inside
I continuously cry

I do not love myself
Let alone others

But plead for altruism
I shout for humanism

I advice people
Though I want those most

I myself a patient
But like a doctor

give health tips around
I cheat and cheat

My soul
I never express what it meant

I am an excellent actor
I keep continue my acting

i do not know any way
how to come out breaking the stage away

Submitted: Tuesday, June 04, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, June 04, 2013

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  • Ruby Mostazir (6/5/2013 6:20:00 AM)

    really great 1............we all are performing here our own roles n only God can break dis stage
    by saying da word pack up. (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilkins (6/4/2013 1:44:00 PM)

    excellent.....We are all actors...we know how to perform well..Sometimes I take off my mask, but put it right back on. (Report) Reply

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