My eyes scream for the death of a once-respected art form,

The deep content and emotional triggering was the norm.

Dead; the outcome of originality and heart in films of our age,

If you know what is to come, why even turn the page?

Boy meets girl, boy meets world, and so on,

A structure as repetivie as the sun, dusk and dawn,

He faces his fears, he learns from his mistakes.

Yet he has impacted no one, not a single heart he breaks,

Not a single smile he spurs, not a single laugh created.

A screenwriter should have freedom, not be dictated.

Follow the formula; if not, restart.

You may live in this community but you die in your heart.

Let me be a screen writer, let me break the mold

A job like this will put my life on hold.

As I create content for viewers, a timeless happiness would become,

Not falling to the conformity that most will to come.

Soulful death is what comes as a result of this way,

A monetary gain, but an artistic decay.