Superstar
May 08, 2005 @ 6:32 p.m.

Yes, two entries in one day.

Don't die on me, it's only a [rough-draft? Finished?] poem.

Superstar

When I first appeared
You were suspicious
You mocked me, criticized me
Disliked me, gossipped about me
I bent over backwards to get a job
I need money as much as the rest of you
I guess this is what it's like to be unknown

I let others dress me up, dress me down
Flaunt me, digitally enhance me
Wrote music that people would enjoy
Was the image of a corporate toy
Did anything and everything
Just to be remembered
I guess this is what it's like to be trying

I got a following of teenagers
Dressing up as me, doing everything I do
So pliant, easily-influenced, over-trusting
And all the while, I found it disgusting
One side loathed me, the other adored me
Do any of you know me?
I guess this is what it's like to be known

So I broke the mold, like everyone else
No longer the puppet of a money-fueled ploy
I criticized everything about you
So you criticized yourselves too
I'm your idol, joke, superstar
Idolized because you want to be me
I guess this is what it's like to be famous

-Adrienne

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