I want to be a vtuber,
a pixelated dream,
to dance on a virtual stage,
adorable, agleam.

I want to be an idol,
a songbird on display,
to twirl beneath the spotlight,
in a shimmering ballet.

I want to be a teacher,
to guide and to inspire,
to plant seeds of knowledge
and watch them catch fire.

I want to be famous,
my name a whispered prayer,
to revel in the chaos
of adoration's snare.

I want to be problematic,
a storm you can't ignore,
to stir the hearts of critics,
to leave them wanting more.

I want people to judge me,
to love me through their hate,
to draw the broken masses
like moths to flame's estate.

I want to be known,
to etch my name in skies,
to bask in fleeting glory,
to chase eternal highs.

I can be anything,
a shapeshifting cascade,
a dreamer, a rebel,
a shadow, a parade.