The Actress (a.k.a myself)

So hollow
There is no core
So empty
What am I living for?

So faux
There lies only imitation
So conterfeit
Because I have limitations

So rehearsed
There I stand practicing my lines
So resticted
As far as myself, I remain confined

Still hollow, still empty
Still faux, still conterfeit
Still rehearsed, still restricted
Still unable to find peace