You are fad and fantasy you are placed on a pedestal by the world around you, And I'm sorry. I know you enjoy it. But I will not worship you. I will not love you as they love you. I will not bask in your light as if you were the sun and I was a rose No. I refuse. You are my friend. I believe that, but some days, I do not care if you are dead or alive. You are more fad than friend to me. You embrace your pedestal. Should I bow at your feet? Should I kiss the ground you walk on? Others do. Girls squeal in your presence. They want you to love them. Teachers believe in your talents, more than the rest of us. I flit everywhere, like a shadow. Seen by few, loved by few. And that's the way it shall be kept. Believe me, you do not want me. I do not wear the latest fads.
People can be like this, if the world lets them to be.