If life was a movie, I would barely be seen.
I would hide in the background as there’s no role for such a teen.
Staying quiet and keeping everything in, I’m ambitious and pessimistic, no in-between.
And the moment they finish shooting the scene, I’ll wonder how long has it been?
After some time, I could finally go back-in again,
just gazing at the characters specially amazed by the villain.
Because how could one act so tough and still manage to be intact?
How could one be both emotional and numb?
How could one still appreciate life but also desires to just suicide bomb?
“If I were you, I would feel the same, but I would’ve been insane.
Your persona is well-written, quite wonderfully in vain.”
If life’s a movie, who would I really wanna be?
A Disney princess who’s been deprived of freedom and actual love for years?
Although coincidentally, I think that already happened to me.
I was stuck, or honestly, we, were stuck, in a four-cornered room, for years.
Many were brought to tears, hasn’t been able to personally meet their peers.
But at least we have our now “more-opened” ears,
People are more compliant as well, as we’ve also developed new fears.
If life was a movie, I don’t really know what I would wanna be.
If life is a movie, maybe I’ll really just be an extra– Extraordinary.