Stage fright spite
Not a fan of the limelight
Playback is what she lacks
She's the star of the sidetrack
Hollywood before sainthood
She would if she could
But her hands shake
And her brain aches
Behind the scenes
But up on the screen
With a drink and a wink
And if she doesn't think
Hair teased and brows tweezed
Only secretly pleased
Her name will be in lights yet
And she'll do it without a single regret