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The Actress

Contributed by greenlady89 on Sunday, 27th May 2007 @ 03:42:40 PM in AEST
Topic: ambiguous

A trendy red dress topped off with a hat is how she enters the world.
She is without the slightest apprehension as the commoners on the street
Stare at her with wonderment, asking themselves
If this is real, the woman who they are gazing upon?
Walking through the crowded street she tilts her hat
Downward,
In a feeble attempt to veil her eyes.
She is too proud to allow others to see her when she cries.

As she puts on her dark Versaci glasses she starts to claw
At her wrist beneath her Gucci blouse,
Digging her acrylic nails deeper as she is
Silently whispering to herself
“I can’t take this.”
And she pulls down her sleeve to cover her pain,
Because it’s impossible for an actress to be insane.

Tearing off her heels, she begins to run while
Her long locks are trailing behind, as her beauty strives to keep up with her hatred
And she begins to scream
As she accelerates, begging for survival in a world with
Expectations of Perfection,
That she cannot provide,
She breaks down the door so that she can hide

From this realm where she is perceived as a possession
And not ever accepted for her actions
For it is all physical, and at that she fails.
Or so she tells herself.
And she is reminded everyday
By the scar on her thigh
Which reads, “ I want to DIE.”

And this is the night where that blemish takes on a life of its own
As she prepares in the desolance of her room
Which is adorned in extravagence, yet she tears at the walls
Hoping that it will rid her of her hateful thoughts
Yet they persist.
The voices become clamorous
Who could ever think such a life to be glamourous.

And her last thoughts embrace the worst because
She knows they will be her last, and she wants to remind herself
That those thoughts hold the truth.
-And they are the only truths which are eminent in her existence.
Her last ounce of strength is used to destroy herself once last time,
As she writes out delicately in her own liquid red:
“Don’t be upset, I was always this dead.”

Copyright Â© greenlady89 ... [ 2007-05-27 15:42:40]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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