Small time actors in this big production
Sorrow fills your heart as you come onto the stage for you role as the ever gregarious wife of this humbled hunkered down fractured soul who needs you more than air or the blood in his veins.
You smile curtly as you move to your marker, and say your lines so fluently through gritted teeth to hide the cold flash that you want to badly to expose but can't when rictus won't move behind tightly curved lips.
The audience is spellbound as you play your part so well, as if you were born for this small time part, this cameo of yours you want to stick to everyones memory, to remember you as if you were the lead role.
Ignore everyone one else, look at you and feel only your expression, your total and absolute presence amongst the gathered here to be entertained by your folly and hypocritical bullshit lies.
You slur your speech slightly, trying a little too hard to fit this all in the role, but who says you're even acting anymore? You played the part of a wife so damned well, everyone wants to stand and applaud you, oh how they wish you would just shut up, so they could clap and go home.
Drop this curtain now, for you played this part w/o an encore, and now you can go back to your dressing room where the star with your name hangs at a slant.
You smile curtly as you move to your marker, and say your lines so fluently through gritted teeth to hide the cold flash that you want to badly to expose but can't when rictus won't move behind tightly curved lips.
The audience is spellbound as you play your part so well, as if you were born for this small time part, this cameo of yours you want to stick to everyones memory, to remember you as if you were the lead role.
Ignore everyone one else, look at you and feel only your expression, your total and absolute presence amongst the gathered here to be entertained by your folly and hypocritical bullshit lies.
You slur your speech slightly, trying a little too hard to fit this all in the role, but who says you're even acting anymore? You played the part of a wife so damned well, everyone wants to stand and applaud you, oh how they wish you would just shut up, so they could clap and go home.
Drop this curtain now, for you played this part w/o an encore, and now you can go back to your dressing room where the star with your name hangs at a slant.