Fame

Bleeding through the lime you show your true self The well-being of others is not your concern but yours is theirs You soak up the fifteen minutes of fame as if it were to last Rumors flair from tabloids and headlines The things you held dear are now an inconvenience To your aristrcratic lifestyle The monthly publishings and eight digits have gotten to your head The people who adore you mean nothing and only slow you down on daily arrands The merciful sorrows of those less fortunate go comepletley unnoticed But split ends and fake color contacts make up the slack You are not superior, but noticed You're only flesh and blood compacted together To make the only thing worth destroying You are not an idol although you hold yourself to be You are no different in any way What you do has already been done and you're out of material Congratulations You are now famous