PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

look at me and tell me what you see

i am everything they make me to be

I'm pretty with makeup and sexy with clothes

but the real me is someone that nobody knows

they dress me and make me everything i am

but still in your eyes i don't know where i stand

to the world I'm a star for everyone to adore

is anyone in Hollywood real anymore

to come onto the scene with a smile on my face

to be so elegant and walk with such grace

on the real I'm a no one with nothing to give

i go on everyday with this lie i live

to the world i am beautiful stunning with grace

but God how i wish to get out of this place

certain weight i must be to fit in a dress

but to be so popular, i must eat less

smile on camera then pushed aside

you think that they liked you, meanwhile they lied

i could be in a movie, on the runway, or sing

i could survive on all the entertainment i bring

i could dance or write, i could do it all

but at the end of the day i could wait for your call

i could own a block or two, own a house or three

but still can't get you to notice me

i could destroy the thrown, yet you'd still be royal

i could kill everyone around you, but you'd still be loyal

back to work in a world based on lie

acting is better when you make yourself cry

i wish i could be who they make me pretend

but then i realize.. is this worth it in the end

the sadness and pain i endure

fame; i ask.. what's this life for?