Everyday is a new sucker punch.

Every day.

Another woman?

Another woman?

Then another woman?

And this man calls me the devil?

And another sucker punch?

And another woman?

Who hasn’t?

And I am trying.

Publicly crying.

Why?

Because I get sucker punched.

And I keep trying.

And one of the women, she tells me:

You just have to be the biggest energy.

(That’s not a direct quote.)

I’m just being me.

I just am.

I am.

And you tell me:

“You should be an actress.”

Who’s acting?

Just try me.

Sucker punch me.

I ask:

Where are you?

I am… just being me.

“You should be an actress.”

Joke’s on you:

I already am.

I’ve done a musical or two.

Where are you?

And you sucker punched me.

Where are you?

“You should be an actress.”

I already am—I’m the lead.

And I can distinguish between the stage and real life.

Another woman?! Really…

Man…

You should be an actor.