The Actor

Never let that annoying little voice inside your head stop you from living your dreams.

I am an actor on the stage, ready to perform.

My act reflects upon one’s rage, an emotional storm.

My Friend has just betrayed me, thus becoming Foe.

I must make the audience see my raw frustration grow.

 

Nay, you are but a student, standing in the hall.

Your friend has been imprudent; your patience starts to fall.

The audience is only those who want to watch a fight.

But all you get’s a broken nose and no T.V. tonight.

 

I am a pro footballer, the quarterback, in fact.

“Hike!” I loudly holler.  I get the ball, step back,

Then throw with all my power to a teammate down the field.

The ball his arms devour and six more points are revealed.

 

Nice try, but your sweet “super bowl” is only middle school.

Your team just lost, you’re in the hole, and no one thinks you’re cool.

You never even touched the ball, so don’t try to pretend

That you are likeable at all.  Those thoughts you have to end.

 

Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot think?

When things get not so easy my mind helps me not to shrink.

Sure, I’m not a thespian, and no, I’m not a star,

But my imagination will help all my dreams go far.

Reviews

[MuSe Ampoule]

Great piece! Always hard to handle people telling you not to dream when they're delusional themselves! Nice form..it rhymes but doesn't feel forced. Good meter and flow. All around, fantastic work!

[Amit Parmessur]

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[C.]

At first I was hesitant when I realized it rhymed--I'm usually not a big fan of the whole thing. But you kept it relatively simple, and the rhythm and beat of the poem helped me speed along without focusing too much on whether or not I liked the rhymes. In a couple lines, though, the syllable count didn't quite match, and it threw me off. Also, is there any significance to the breakup of s5, l4? I don't see that occur anywhere else in the piece. But overall, I enjoyed this. The subtle defiance at the end helped as far as balancing the message--I think it added a touch of hope to the constant putting-down of the first few stanzas. And I love anything that stresses the importance of the imagination and the unreal. Well done, Truman.