The Actor

The Actor can not feel
He merely potrays these emotions
He potrays them with elegance
He's empty
Open
Bleeding out his nothingness

The Actor stitches on a smile
No happiness
No Remorse
Nothing.

It's ironic
sickly ironic

The Actor Can not feel
His laughter is hollow
and yet no one notices
no one sees him

The emotions he cleverly acts
doesn't feel
they see that and only that with
the name of a fictional character
slapped in and pressed in
Like Juliet's loving dagger

He bleeds out other people
but not himself
never himself
the actor can not feel