What she shows the world:

She is always the center of attention
Where she goes others follow
When she smiles they feel affection
When she leaves all feels hollow

She can dance the night away
And party till the dawn
She’ll never walk alone by day
Or wake lonesome in the morn

Whatever she wants she gets
And she does not seem to try
She lives life with no regrets
Simply watching the world fly by

The globe is in her hands
So many at her beck and call
All play into her demands
For they’ll catch her, should she fall

What she feels inside:

She is all alone in this world
Though crowds do often pass her by
Her life seems to have come unfurled
In a shambled mess she does lie

With no one to pick up the scraps
She lays broken and destitute
Fighting for air her lungs collapse
And her weak cries for help fall mute

Now pondering her life thus far
She realizes it was a waste
All that’s left is an ugly scar
Her deep shame, and a bitter taste

She often lays awake at night
Waiting for loneliness to end
As darkness parts for morning's light
Sleep, her only friend

Vanity shone open armed
You gave it your heart
What's worse than being
loved too much?
No ******* love at all

Vanity pulled from your lungs
The final gasps of aspiration
Don't forget to feed your
demon familiar don't turn
away, resign and shut
your eyes.

Twice failed, if they don't see you now,
they won't ever.
Twice failed, it's time to bail, call
your demon back.

Popular opinion can ****
the fattest
****

members you'll note
a new event on the club's blueprint
which was so cleverly devised
by the committee's mint

all entries are to be marked
I really crave popularity
so ensure you write this
in letters of clearest clarity

the most original piece
shall garner the prized first place
those that are too **-hum
won't receive any grace

the council of jury
want to see
compositions stating
look at only me

they should have
a bragging tag
with the lionization
of unique flag

it's time to get
your submissions in
as the competition
is there to win

on the adrenalin of popularity they thrive
it pumps within their veins so inflated
if there were none they'd not survive

an accolade won't make them feel deflated
they've got to receive all the bolstering
it pumps within their veins so inflated

always gathering plaudits for a holstering
which brings unto them that air of rise
they've got to receive all the bolstering

the supporter base not going into demise
devotees keeping the pulse throbbing swell
which brings unto them that air of rise

to be the premier acts in a long spell
falling out of favour they'll not easily tolerate
devotees keeping the pulse throbbing swell

much adulation ever liking to slate
falling out of favour they'll not easily tolerate
on the adrenalin of popularity they thrive
if there were none they'd not survive