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

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