Star...That's What They Call You.
Just a loner fenced in by yourself,
A virtual recluse you choose to be.
Always afraid to pick up the phone,
To adorning fans a total mystery.
Star! That's what they call you,
It took so long to get where you are.
Star! It's what you wanted,
Hiding from all you keep them afar.
They can forever build you up,
And so easily break you down.
Placing you on their high pedestal,
You begrudgingly wear their crown.
Public demands are just too great,
Endless toils and tears for you they break.
You drink the alcohol, consume the pills,
Your funeral attended with mass heartache.
Star! You're the new one,
You're what the masses constantly demand.
Star! How much can you take,
How long can you live in their dreamland...
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Comments
Crazy good. I can not understand how famous celebrities can deal with the pressure of the public. Its interesting to think that as an individual we have little influence to a person, but a adoring crowd can become overwhelming very quickly. Unsettling... Peace to you Shaun
Very good 👏👏👏 The pressures of fame can be enormous. We all go through shit in our lives I cannot begin to imagine the added pressure of the paparazzi spilling whatever it is they want to print about the situation. Great poem x
Brilliant. I really appreciate your style