Smile, laugh and never look down
Walk like a peacock and never wear a frown
The cameras are clicking, you must get it right
Don’t say the wrong words or you will lose your light
Perfection in the very meaning of the word
Your life must be graceful, gliding as a bird
Avoid the conversations that might cause controversy
No one needs to know your mental instability
Your fans will adore you in every kind of way
Be sensitive it only matters what they say
These are things I’m told everyday
Acting on-screen and in reality as well
Pretending I’m perfect and my life’s a living hell
Can’t go to school, exploited for my money
Then I am told it’s apart of business honey
I’m not so grown, I’m only fifteen
This is the reason I’m an object only to be seen
The adoring fans don’t see my cry, blinded by the things exposed to their eyes
I’m crying out for help, can somebody see me
I have no one, not even my family
I thought being actor would be my dream but not everything is gold though it gleams
Anxiety, depression becoming my best friend because all the human ones turned out fake in the end
I see myself on the television and I turn it off, cause I only see a player in a game Aloft
I play pretend with everyone I see, and no one sees the cage I’ve built around me
So let me act on in my walk of stardom, maybe one day I’ll take my freedom
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Author:
mrsbrown (
Offline) - Published: April 23rd, 2023 16:40
- Comment from author about the poem: This was just something I wrote for someone for a project. Got feedback from others they said it was good. Just wanted outside reference to see if it really was. I might take it down soon. Aloft- is a survival video game just for those who don't know....
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That was really an impactful way to date a story. I felt it deep. Nice piece
Thank you very much.....I might delete it soon but I just wanted an outside opinion
It should stay posted.
such an accurate unfurling
of purposed, social commentary
an important and timely write
thank you!
(price of fame
in a modernity, where twitch stardom
rivals, Hollywood's legacy
of sucking talent dry and then asking
for more
now, bathroom's breaks are scenes
and emotionality, a prerequisite
to donation begging, tearful antics
and by age 22
they're all, 'has-beens'
devoid of self worth, but it's ok
cos they got millions in the bank
oh wait
here comes another millionaires
suicide note...
and on, the show must go on
humanity's collective, herd idiocy
must be entertained, and kept
sugar HIGH
in a frazzled, reactionary state
so that franc rage
mass murderous revolution, debacle
doesn't repeat
too, soon...)
Oh that is all so true...I'm glad you enjoyed the poem but I think I might delete it soon but thank you very much for your feedback
why delete it, we can edit our posts here on MPS
you should be proud of every syllable you pen dear poet
either way, thanks again for choosing to share
forgive me if my comment was in any way toxic
(I'm just an overzealous fool)
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