Emotions for Sale

Stop your cheap tears from flooding,
No you’re not ripened with agony.
Stop your violent gestures from escaping,
No you’re not tortured by humanity.
You’re a lost spirit in search of meaning,
You’re a lousy actress in search of a role.
All you need is applause,
A pretentious act of pity,
An idiotic exposure of care.
But the audiences smile with indifference,
Stare with a trite gaze,
And laugh at the false act.
They are envisioning their own pasts,
Days viciously stuck to memory,
Like spots of grease on a silk blouse.
They see moments of anger and pain,
Moments whose mere remembrance
Awakens an ever-bleeding wound.
It is a hurt that keeps drilling
Through their bones,
Through their self,
To reach a Godforsaken soul.
And yet they clap,
To a lost spirit in search of meaning,
To a lousy actress in search of a role.