(I wrote this poem to kind of express a silent word for celebrities. I;m not one, so I couldn't know how they felt but this is how I would feel in their situation. Thank you for reading...TJ)
As the stage lights dimmed
and the crowd went home
I felt exactly as I came...
Alone
In their eyes I sit on a throne
A trail made of blood sweat and tears was how i got here...
Alone
No one to have, no one to hold
The fame gets old
I turn cold
My lights dim
the fans leave
And i leave this world exactly as i came...
Alone💛
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