LIGHTS, CAMERAS, ACTION!

Is my future written in a script? 

We are currently in act XV

Do I get a saying in my own play? 

It seems as if the director is someone else 

The lighting is bad, the sun doesn’t shine bright 

The microphones don’t work, they won’t hear my words

The scenarios are small, I’m suffocating in my own thoughts 

I don’t have a script, don’t know what shots I will receive 

The actors are creepy, they make me uneasy 

Do I get an Oscar for my outstanding performance?

The act of my life is surely a lie

Am I just a muppet in the industry of life? 

Pose for the camera, can’t let them inside

Is it -really- worth it to act this sham?

Lights, camera, action!

It’s time to smile while I’m dying inside