The broken mirror reflects her clone ,

She sees herself standing alone ;

The cracks tells her a story she abhors ,

Who is she ? A question arise ,

She is the screenwriter scripting her facade,

all her words are a blockbuster charade ;

Who is she underneath the veneer of makeup?

Is she hero or villain after she has played up ?

Her roles are diverse like shades of the moon ,

She acts her story ending in different tunes,

Take 1 take 2 take 3.... now she is tired

How many more segments for this lie are required ?

Moving around to the right and left

As an unknown head tries to direct

Her story into the frame,

As she wrapped up the day's game.

Out of the spotlight, out of studios glare;

confused is she , deciding to enjoy

The peace and silence that the night shares

Or whether to be afraid of the following nightmares .