that girl

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scripted

any spectator could tell
you were so into method acting
that you embodied reality
your fluid actions all the way
to the glimmer in your eyes
the world was dancing in your palm

your calm emotions
your splendid jokes
they could amaze the entire room
you would never meet your doom

and yet, i could see emptiness
looming over the empty space
in your head slowly but surely
in what was known as comedy,
it became a tragedy

what you thought was once
perfection on screen
was just another teen in distress
you could only imagine the rest!

but isn't it sad? how we are
becoming what we hated?
suddenly it didn't feel so good
to have everything done up
ready in the morning

we are all enslaved in the end
because all we ever wanted
was to be one with all
instead, we chose to fall