All this world has left is fame.
And the only way to be,
be lovable
be insightful,
be worthy,
be seen
is to be celebrity.
You've got to be a star,
face a crowd
without stumbling,
Sing or dance faster than everyone else!
Be anybody but yourself!
Because that's the way to the moon, to an away that's far, far.
It's a personality without identity, without a 'self'.
But I don’t want to live happily after ever.
I don't want to see my name in lights...
All I want is my name next to yours.
Delilah Miller
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-this-world-has-left-is-fame/
