One for the Audience

She sits crying on the concrete floor.

Everyone else quickly exits towards the door.

This was never her intention.

She wasn't crying for the attention.

There was a time at the beginning.

When she was still innocent and grinning.

Now she sits on the cold floor of the stage.

Realizing being famous isn't all the rage.

 

Small amounts of cocaine coat the dressing room vanity.

She snorted most of it away along with her sanity.

Maybe that's why she couldn't remember the words to her song.

The crowd started to leave when they noticed that the lyrics were wrong.

The day before she called a rehabilitation hot line.

But even they said it was to late for her this time.

" You use to be a step above the rest.

Now you're just another Hollywood hot mess."

 

She gave one last bow to the empty rows of seats.

The blood from her nose rolled off her face down to her feet.

She was once beautiful and stunning.

That was before the blood started running.

" Thank-you lady's and gents. Have a goodnight.

Oh, by the way, I'm sorry for this pitiful sight."

She still sits crying on the stage.

Knowing that being famous isn't all the rage.

Reviews

[The Cute 1]

oooooo this is good

[Andrew Scorah]

An awesome write, displaying the loneliness of fame, where your only freind is what you put up your nose to help cope with the hopelessness of it all. I enjoyed this one.

[cfix]

Whoa! This is awesome!
I really enjoyed this write.

[**The-Excuse-Queen**]

wow, that was awesome! I loved how each two lines in the whole stanza rhymed with each other.

[Jennika has a short att..]

I love this poem so much, it's going in my library so don't do anything rash like delete it cuz I wanna read it in the near future and brag for you to my friends :D