Fame is short-lived.
My fame is short-lived.
And the swelling in my chest will one day cause my downfall.
One day I am standing on the podium,
Waving my gold left and right,
Smiling and posing,
To all the photographers who flash their cameras at me.
Pumping helium into my already swollen ego.
And the next,
When people finish up the news,
My face popped up one too many times.
Article wrote blandly,
Without excitement.
Then the teachers come to me,
Sending me off with their hollow congrats.
Plunging poor ego into water.
It is already swollen.
And there are no walls to protect it.
The day next,
Looking back at the pictured of my previous victorious day,
I am regretting standing that way,
Saying the wrong things that end up on the news.
Getting messages across wrongly.
Misunderstood because of nervousness and awkwardness.
I hate it.
I hate that.
I hate how the video replays on loop.
I hate the sounds of the cheers,
The screaming of my name.
And then the bubble bursts.
Popping,
And sending me back into the abyss.
(April 7 2022, 11:19 AM)
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