My roommate is an actress
I’ve watched her practice her differing roles
And I’ve watched her being hounded by the press
All her answers are seamless with no holes

She can play any role she wants
She’s one of the greatest actresses ever
She knows it, but that is not something she flaunts
What she DOES flaunt is that she is an author

The actress can play a crazy
Or even a tree-hugger
She’s played an Aussie
Even a babbler

But the biggest role she plays
Is herself
She puts on all these fake displays
But I know it is fake, myself

She pretends she is happy
And cool and calm
She acts as if she’s hardly ever angry
As if, her life is the opposite of a sitcom

But the truth is she is sad
And lonely and bitter
With her career, she is not glad
She is filled with anger

She hates her life
And all that is in it
She hates the nightlife
But that, she won’t admit


She pretends her life is perfect
She doesn’t want people to know the real her
She’s an acting addict
The real her is such a scowler

Her lies get deeper and deeper
The truths get scarcer and further apart
What nobody knows is that she is a baffler
Everyone she will outsmart

I’m her only confident
She would drown in her lies
If I were, from the house, absent
Other than me, she has no allies

She tells me everything
In hopes that I won’t leak it
For her, I will always be backing
Because everyone else she will outwit

She is very miserable
She drowns herself in fame to escape
But to admit that that is not her only escape, she is bashful
For, her world, she will constantly shape

She constantly escapes to worlds she has made
Which she finds happier than the real one
And more she will constantly braid
Because THAT is her shining beacon

She hates herself so
She thinks she is ugly
Not just out, but in also
Because of her acting and, on her face, the acne

She wants more
But she couldn’t want more of anything
For everything she can explore
But she is not being true to herself because of the acting



She wants a real life for her
Because the one she has is fake
One free of sadness, loneliness, and anger
One where she is awake

Who is this great actress you may wonder
You want to know her name
You may also ask if you’ve heard of her
You may think she has some kind of claim to fame

But, truth to tell, you do not
And she has none
She is no big shot
Because herself she has beaten

Why, if she is so good, is she not in movies or TV shows?
Who is she?
Why does she not hear people telling her bravos?
Because, she is me.