Fame Poem by Maya Hanson

It gets a little tiring
fighting back, fighting back
And you say the world owes you
there's nothing that you lack
but this rhyme that reaches
through a sinking soul
is so far from your fingers
it's in a whole other world

It gets a little lonely
up here staring into space
You're too busy pretending
to ever show me your face
and you waltz down the aisle
your body tipped with gold
while I sit here and remember
dread December's biting cold

But no, really, I love
I love winter's every day
I'll follow it into next year's dawn
just to chase the pain away
because anything's better than
watching your sparkling hands
and your ethereal beauty
pretend to be someone you're not.

A rhyme, a rhyme, I wrote it
just for you, just for you
But when I speak in halfway rhymes
sometimes the story falls apart too
So instead of chasing daydreams
and singing everything's all right
I'll fall with you on hands and knees
down the same cliff every night

And I'll tell it like it is,
life's a tough and broken game
and when we speak about it
like it's the glory and the fame
no one knows we're pretending
except me, you, and the breeze
So it's better we pretend
that famous is all we need to be.