God damn it, I wanna be famous!,

I want people to know my name,

My esteem burning like a flame,

Does that sound too outrageous?!

I want to fit in!,

I’ll tear down my walls,

Yet my comfort befalls,

But is that much of a sin?!

I need to be known!,

I’ll put in all energy to look ‘cool’,

Monitor myself if I look like a fool,

Is it bad that I don’t want to be alone?!

No, I know what I genuinely like!,

I don’t feel like I’m fifty beings,

With various thoughts and feelings,

Are you mad that I don’t want to be disliked?!

Yes, I’ll still know who I am!,

I won’t constantly question myself;

I won’t need to, I’m my famous self-

Stop asking ridiculous questions, damn!

And I’m _totally_ not jealous;

I’m just upset that no eyes land on me,

While I’m left like a worthless nobody,

Interrogating myself, feeling headless.

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