And bursting with rage
I've got this face of happy,
That makes love to the stage
You like it
But it's deceiving,
I fear it,
These thoughts I'm conceiving
I'll play it out for you,
This maddening dance,
You'll clap and you'll laugh
At my circumstance
I bow and step down
And become me again,
But all you'll ever really know
Is the comedian
This is an older piece that I couldn't post on my other blog. Did I tell you all how good it feels to have a place where I can just be me again, unfiltered?!
I'm not "Smiley" every day...but I sure am trying, and I'm definitely surrounding myself with people who want the same for themselves.
So glad that you can just be you!!
ReplyDeleteWhen I was first divorced, I came off the road after a particularly bad day delivering mail, had had several calls from the day care, was running late and had just found out the parents were selling the house I was currently living in. I relayed this all to Tony in one full exhale (we barely knew each other at the time) and he looked at me and said "And... you're still smiling?"
ReplyDeleteTruth is, I smile though all of it. The only ones who really know are the ones that live with me.
Well done Miss Steph.
Dear Stephanie, for many, many years--until I was at least 40, I played a role for others. I was such a good actress that no one knew how truly neurotic I was. Nor did they know that I was hallucinating every day. It was a gifted psychiatrist--Dr. Nimlos--who helped me stop acting and encouraged me to show my real self to others. And when I did, my friends embraced me. Peace.
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