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As an Actor

As an actor 


You play roles

Everyday


You play roles for the audience 

Doctor, fisherman, teacher, pilot

Child, friend, sibling, neighbour 


You read the dialogues

You try to understand the words to the best of your ability 

Interpret the sounds, the stage, the light, the wit 

You question yourself if you are interpreting it right,

You take time - 


You go back to playing roles, some you like, some you don’t 

While being in one character, you miss playing the other

Sometimes you try to swipe roles 

Sometimes you break characters 

Perhaps because you don't like this one, or just plain because you're tired

Sometimes the audience don't clap in which you think is your best shot

Sometimes they mistake you for being the role that you play.


The play ends 

The curtain falls

You take back some characters 

You leave some in the theatre

You imitate some, and you detest some 

Yet you love to play them

You find peace in knowing how different personalities you can master  


The play ends 

You go back home 

The home sees you in another role 

The home gives you peace

The peace gives you home.

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