Fame is a narcotic
a blinding white star
A foolish illusion
to validate who we are
All the accolades
from the hyped up
praise machine
Inflate the ego
beyond recognition
and yet...
at the end of the day
when the grease paint comes off
the mirror confirms
we are who we are
You can fool the world
with your fairy tale facade
but you can’t fool yourself
because deep down
our core is unmoved
by the trappings of fame
Insightful. There are some, though few, who are not tainted by the dark side of the crimson glow. Elaine Stritch was on CBS Sunday Morning today and she admits to after Broadway she wanted to see if she could simply be happy without the affirmation performing gave her. And I often wonder if those who are always performing do so to ensure they are getting that 'fix' to keep them going...alive.
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