There is a cold emptiness in knowing that you’re not acting.
That the tears on the screen are real, just funneled to look like a show.
That the emotions you’re “acting” are deep pains bubbling to the surface.
Your delusion, is that there’s a comfort in viewers believing it’s an illusion.
They applauded, you smile, feel a slight beam of pride;
Then you walk away, wishing you’d told at least one of them the truth.