The Price Of Fame Poem by Penni Currie

The Price Of Fame



I know just who you are
You don't even know my name
You are a superstar
Loss of privacy the price of fame
I know your every movement
I read about everything you do
Your new house, your latest girlfriend
I probably know before you do.
I know your likes and dislikes
though you don't know that I exist
Your private arguements and public fights
none of them the papers missed
But are you really happy
being in the public eye
or is the reason you're so snappy
that you are basically shy.
The price of fame is a high one
No private life you've got
Now you've got what you wanted
you know happiness can't be bought

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Saturday, June 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: fame
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