I have this dream that I would make a movie Seeing my life but it's played by someone outside of myself trying to replicate my emotions, my expressions studying my eyes to get the tears to fall perfectly to make my smile the right kind of crooked, my laugh the most genuine but something is off they make it look so perfect so sellable, marketable romanticized a caricature of a caricature of a long forgotten memory I long tried to hide. where my anger leads to character development, where my sadness is nothing more then a passing plot point, and my happiness stays eternally when the credits roll And I watch longingly from the screen As they remove the human From a biography