Fame, is just a status.

Like new weave dress, every girl wants it.
Like a brooding new car, boys crave for it.
Like the lipstick girls wear, it shines.
Like the jacket guys wear, it looks good.

It surrounds her, sometimes, change the way her mind run.
It embrace her, like a black silk too tight around her that she cannot now see and remember her own skin.

But like all the colors in a painting of rainbow dripped in thick water, it will fade.

And suddenly she will see, through that mirror, with her own blinded eyes, her old self where they roots from.
And now she will see, how change had taken her into realizing that all she have now is not the person they all want her to be,

But who she actually is.