The Actress

By Emil Claire

Deep breaths, longing stares

standing here, looking there.

Take a step, face the glare

have no care, don’t be aware.

Nothing’s as bad as it is in your head.

They don’t know, trust it shows.

Fake a smile, there she goes.

Bright lights now feel like home,

self-assured from head to toe.

Take a step, the air feels rare.

There’s no care, she’s not aware.

Things worked out better in the end.

And as she smiles, she does glow.

After all, it’s just a show.

By Emil Claire