This Is Not Your Life

For the kids who are growing up too fast, and the wannabe gangsters, chavs, emos, whatever.

Look at you.
I can't believe you.
You think you're so big, with your done up hair pronouncing around all for show.
Not that I mind what you do with it.
But now you're taking the piss.

You think you're so big don't you.
On the screen.
Being stared at.
By every teen.

We see the faces.
Nearly every day.
Wishing one of them lot.
Would stop our way.

We see how they boast.
About their glamorous lives.
Wishing our lives.
Were more than just lies.

Look at you.
You think you're one of us.
You now think you're successful.
That you're following in my footsteps.

You're not like me at all.
You're just like all the others.
Deluded into what they see.
On what only the mainstream will cover.

You think you're like me.
Doing what I did at your age.
No younger than me.
Now you can brag, before you've learnt how to live properly.

Look at you.
You just don't get it do you.
You actually do think you're just like me.
Don't you?

Just because you're related to me.
And that you've inherited the riches I have.
You think that makes you one of us.
That you can copy my career like that.

I am not you.
For one very good reason.
Because I understand the value of what you've got.
While you treat your life's work as a party.

I had to work for what I've got.
To you that might not mean alot.
But to me, it means I know what it's worth.
And it ain't worth you posing, being a fake a*s waste.

When I do the things I do.
Of course I'm doing things for the money.
But I'm mostly doing them for myself.
Not no status, coz I ain't watching face.

I'm older than you.
And I've been doing this longer than you.
So I know what will happen.
Though I'm telling me, not you.

I've seen people like you.
Countless times.
Sleeve full of tricks.
Countless rhymes.

No they're not countless.
They're just hidden, not counted.
Because for you it's all empty.
And you don't do this for you.

So carry on, carry on.
And see what happens.
See how far you get.
With your 1, 2 little lines.

As someone once said,
Life is a play.
If you don't play your part.
Your life will get played.

You ain't playing no one.
You can't even play yourself.
So do yourself a favour.
And come back where you came from.

You're not from the ghetto.
You're not an outcast.
You've gained what is wanted.
So just drop the act.

You really think you're like me.
Buying into this culture.
Now that you've got it.
I can't do much for ya.

So please don't try copy me.
To get a name outside town.
You think you're cool now.
Your name's passed around.

This is not your life.
Come back when you want it.
If you did, you'd be honest.
And not be one's puppet.

Author's Note

I had an idea, and I wrote this on the spot. It's nothing long! It's about celebrity kids feeling that they have to follow in their parent's footsteps, just because they see the lifestyle and how they don't have to do a 9 to 5 for a living, and then when they get to doing it, it becomes empty because there was no passion, and it was never their ambition.

I refuse to say who I based this poem on, because she's the wackest crap thing, and that's not the word. And it's not Suri Cruise like in the picture. A big shoutout to Suri, because she has a normal life like the rest of us, unlike other child celebrities.

Reviews

[tynamite]

Ostensible Truth is right! Soulja Boy wrote that horrendous song, and she thinks she's so cool rapping it. Little does she know is that she's a Hollywood puppet. And their careers can be ended, as quickly as they began.

I would rather listen to Soulja Boy. Gucci Bandana. Gucii Bandana. I got me some bathing apes. I got me some bathing apes. At least it's catchy.

[OT]

It made me think of WIllow Smith... haha not sure if that was the kind of the person - but I agree, it reads true to many situations, beyond just celebrity kids, but also to certain types of youth today!! the idea of expecting something yet not working or deserving it and generally having no entitlement to it, yet still expecting it! nice work!

[The Analog Kid]

I agree with Marie. Nice message in your monologue. The period at the end of each phrase adds a staccato punch to each line. Also, the last stanza works well.

[Marie Harrison]

I think this poem makes a valid point. I love the message. It's very creative too.

[AloysiaVerben]

A wonderful poem, I like the message it holds :) I like the last stanza. Great work.

[Wake Up!]

i like the message, well written, but in the first stanza did you mean prancing instead of pronouncing?