Tired.

A Uncategorized confession

I play my part on the stage of my life.
I smile when I should, laugh at appropriate times
Amuse and entertain my audience
With song, dance and clever, cute one liners.
I finish my act, they applaud then
Go on to their homes. They're satisfied.
They got what they wanted from me.
But I'm left alone. Drained.
I am so sick of acting.
I don't want to be empty anymore

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By: Anonymous