Life is a movie...
We play multiple roles daily, put on this facade, live up to these expectations.
Will it ever be OK to drop the act? To be ourselves?
Cry for 24hrs straight or scream at the top of our lungs without risking eviction from our apartments?
Will it ever be OK to talk about our pain? Our fears? To stop pretending like we know what we are doing?
To stop acting like we are healed when we know we are still damaged goods?
Do we stop talking about stuff just because we are not being understood? Or we are wrong 2 expect people to be sensitive? We should just understand that they will always be selfish and there is no point?
Do we just give up talking and carry on like all is well, even when we know that its synonymous to sticking a band-aid on a deep cut?
Is it OK to lock yourself up and cut off from everyone for 72 hours just because you don't wanna act? Or don't know how 2 put the pain in words?
So u dance... And sing, and praise God, dance till you are spent, cos after all, He said we should give thanks in all things
I shouldn't quit my day job, always knew acting wasn't my thing.
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