The Actor

A twisted tale of truth he hid, as lying’s what he always did

Fleeing from the fear his bedroom mirror might make

He never judged the things he’d do, but if the same was done by you

His fingers would be first to point out every mistake

 

No thought for who he really was, and just like this world always does

The lies were the one thing that did him in

He had a picture in his head, and no one ever really said

That he should maybe stop and look within

 

So the tales grew bigger, and, supporting his false life’s grandstand

It wasn’t long until he wished he’d quit

For someone came along, you see, and though he tried to disagree

They ripped his mask and forced him to admit

 

They made him face the truth, at last, and when the time had come to pass

He realized just how awful he had been

And that’s how this old story goes, its theme, the world already knows

That people looking out will not look in


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