The Actress
Morgan Auzine
Who Am I? by Ireland Coates
The Actress
The Actress
Here comes along a young and fair lady
Even though her work in the films seems a little shady
Her golden blonde locks trickle down her face
New York city was her birthplace
She is average in height and slim in figure
Small was her waist, but her ego was bigger
She puts on an act for the big screens
But behind the scenes, she is like a machine
She shows no mercy, kindness, or joy
There was nothing in life she seems to enjoy
No matter the amount of followers or praise
At the end of the night, she would end up in a drunken haze
Sitting sad and alone in her private suite
No other noise but the sound of her own heartbeat
From our eyes, her life may seem ideal
But the truth is, none of it is even real