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The Poor Celebrity

Eyes.
Be they,
always sat upon me.
Forever,
tethered to my,
simplistic movement.
For,
since I came into this,
bleak existence.
These beings,
deemed me different.
Deemed,
the wholeness of my energy,
unique.
Be not I,
which wish to exist as,
such.
Be not I,
which even try.
For,
I've done everything I can,
to not reach the sky.
To,
not be within,
every mind.
Tethered,
to every eye.
Notice not,
my simple frame.
Notice not,
this simple brain.
Oh,
you simple beings,
please never know,
me...
©yungb123