God Don'T Like Actors - Poem by Lara W.A
Some people like me this way
Some other like me that way
Here, a remote control to please every tired soul
I'm here to entertain
Ready to change
According to your pleasure.
This space I occupy,
A weak, aged chair,
Is the one thing I trust.
A starless sky,
Accompanies my ceased emotions.
Nobody's breath but mine,
Lingering in the misty air.
I numb the noise
I blind my eyes
As my senses try
To alert me: something's wrong
Why tonight? Don't save me tonight
Must not let down party invitations
So don't judge me tonight
Don't kill me on a Saturday night.
Many roles I play
Plain Jane, Seductive Susan and Angry Osbourne;
They don’t define me
Many faces I’ve fooled
Like an experienced stage actor,
I read out my lines
Never missed a cue
People compete to walk me home
I drowned in a lenient definition of bliss.
Emptiness finally bothers
Consequence must take its toll
God don't like actors,
Liar-Liars – they don’t live long
I die alone
Trapped in a strange world
So many scenes and stages I’ve seen
This isn't what I know
This feeling, I don’t recognize.
Is this how it ends?
With me looking out the window
Staring at no sun
With this song repeating itself
Yes, the soundtrack to my sad, nostalgic movie
And yes Elvis,
I am lonesome tonight.
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