Hey there! Look around
See the girls covering the grounds
Look at the stage on which you're standing
You've taken the flight now you're never landing
Blondes and brunettes all the hot cheeky butts
Screaming at your smile going complete nuts
Hey you. You're their god
No their minds are not yet broad
Enough to recognize that they're one of many
But they make you "you" spending every penny
Fangirling and butterflies for a total stranger
Fighting haters they won't fear though life's in danger
They'll give everything for a hug from you
Experiencing your one glance turns them blue
They've got your scrapbooks in their bags
Your photos are what we find on their wall, mugs even old rags
They give their lives to you
They feel your pains and to them it's so true
But wakeup from that prestigious dream babes
You have much more to achieve than those heroes with capes
Rise yourself to their height
Let yourself take that flight
Once you reach where you think they belong
You'll realize its some unreliable glamour dust repeatedly spinning like a flong
YOU ARE READING
Fly to the top
Poetryyou're what perfection is. no "that pretty person" is not better. its all YOU.