White walls, Curtain calls. Put on an act To show someone else. They'll love it And believe it. Your characters Come alive, They sing and dance, And play along, To the act You put on. But when the curtain closes, Is when the real show Comes alive. The costumes become real, The characters stay, The sets are still made. Though the makeup melts away, Showing the true emotions The other strive to hide, Yet portray. Still in character, But lost in their mind.