Eyes capture what the mind absorbs like a sponge.
Transforming zombies forsaking their own “reality” lives.
Cheers, tears, laughter, and zealous fans attempting to lunge.
And then there’s me, designated “Celebrity” or “Diva”, existing within fabricated lies.
Out of seclusion, the quiet life I left behind.
Thrown into the fast-pace livelihood.
Praying to remain invisible, the role I’ve adapted; the outcast on the other side.
Surrendering the “past” me for good.
Oblivious to paparazzi that followed and adored the fashion statement I boldly made.
Stalkers lurk patiently, ever observant; not my shadow but a shade.
Twisted pixels were engrossed; a puppeteer, a narrator related “scoops” of venomous deception.
Wanting a way out, the life I had grown fond of; I wanted to it back.
But with a price, I was not willing to take; anonymous couldn’t hack.
Somehow I set the tone and was unaware.
From love scenes to suspicious behaviors, and the underlying betrayals.
It was all a setup; no fans, no friends, forgotten by family; I failed.
Ratings are pooling and continue to soar high.
Within this television set, unhappiess found a dwelling place and this is how it was going to be.
I see you, but do you see me?
I doubt that you do; people are relishing vanity.
I’m the one with the scars of “fame” I never wanted, and the attention; unnecessary.
Smiles on faces I don’t even know, yet they adore this heartfelt character.
How is that fair?
Everyday, they’re tuning in and thinks its all for show.
Sorry to disappoint; this is MY LIFE; its as real as it gets.
Unmasking the truth is not an option; struggling to maintain the flow.
Evaporating bit by bit.
You think its amusing and just dying to see what happens next.
Poor fools have no idea of this misleading hex.
Irated because I want to escape this “life” that was never my own.
But as long as one person is watching, this will never be the end.
Forever the star; the cast: lone.
You win.