Ode To Being Famous

In this I am a person who buckles under the pressure of being famous

Ode To Being Famous

 

I live in the spotlight of the media,

always trying to please someone,

anyone but myself it appears,

I do what famous people do,

I shop at all the hot stores,

but things I don't need,

date the wrong people for publicity,

like I am controlled to do,

like we all are,

I have had enough,

I am bored with it,

I feel to powerful,

people worship me,

and for what,

an autograph or a picture,

I want to fly,

go away from it all,

shed this skin and grow feathers as tall as the clouds,

and then I am blinde by another flash,

it never ends,

but I'll make it end,

one way or another,

at home I fnid the gin,

and run to get the pills,

how they dance around in my hand,

throwing my head back,

they fall,

washed away in a flash,

and I laugh at the world,

if only they knew the pain I am in,

thats why I leave this letter,

telling them of the experience,

you'll find me curled up,

fetus position with a tear still in my eye,

but with a grin on my face,

knowing I am me now,

knowing that I can fly.

Author's Note

This and a few other recent pieces really show me. Lately I have gone through a "weird" patch but I finally see the other side of it. Writing seems to help a lot, thats why you read this. Cya around. have a good one.

Reviews

[Daniel]

Nice piece. Oh the struggles of being famous. Nobody can really feel the pressure unless they live it; however, you pull it off quite nicely (as far as I know -- seeing how I'm not famous.... yet ;D) haha.

Anyway, great read!