here we put on a show

shakespearean, in my likes and dislikes
the way i turn circles around so many fights
clashes between your wants and your needs
the stage seems to accept, every single thing

so we put on our makeup, game face on
and smile sweetly, as the music plays on
classic classical, melodic with lines
you can visualize this, for it leaves signs

my body arches, frozen in grief
and the expression on face, sells this disease
this nonsense, that the common filth buys
theatre is art, devalued and dies

a very sad situation, and i'm unemployed
the chairs collect dust, the backrooms grow bored
actors turn to drink, and actresses to lust
but me? i cannot stop.
put on my mask.

in the false hope that the stage rises again
for that is the only medium that crushes my pain
the agony of acting,
succeeded only by the agony of not
we as humans can no longer grow
so we put on this show.