Popularity is a fickle thing
To be famous and wealthy
To have a lot of followers
And not worry about being healthy
To be the center of attention
to be the talk of the town
Though sometimes you feel like a clown
You have no privacy or alone time
You have no quiet or peace
The rumors about you don't seem to cease
The pressure to create the next masterpiece
The pressure to stay trendy
The pressure to stand out in a world of many
Yet you sometimes feel empty and ashamed
Maybe it's not worth trying to get money and fame
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Author:
Drew Lewis (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 14th, 2025 17:50
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Comments1
Everything has its ups and downs money and fame are no different and what ever any one says death is the great leveler. A good read
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