Famous

Making money, making change, sunglasses tinted, hair like flames. Wearing extravagant tuxedos and suits, black shoes twinkling like shooting stars. Eyes sparkling with a warming gleam, smile big yet fake, advertised in a magazine. Many follow you like a pack of hounds, sniffing you out, wandering with you, for you are the pack leader, the big dog, the big hit. While you have lots of followers and obsessors, you also have haters, those trying to wipe you away like your a stain in their life, like your a picture that needs to be straightened. Your true friends are scarce and scant in quantity, for many of your allies and companions only like you for your affluence and opulence, and not for your kind hearted words and meaningful advice. While you are comfortably wealthy, you are still poor, still lacking that friendship, aching deeply for a true friend. Your a freight train, rich with goods, rich with supplies, but lacking people, lacking passengers. Your not lost, just alone, like an orphan, you still don't understand what true fun is, what it's like to hang out with an amiable peer. Many are jealous, wanting your lustrous golden watch, wanting your perfect smile, needing your breathtaking appearance. But, they don't understand the effort you have put, the time you have lost, building yourself up like a skyscraper, brick by brick, slab by slab, you've made a name of yourself, made your presence known, after many years of failing and flopping, you have risen, flown to the top, dragged yourself above others, trying as hard as you can to be seen.