Commoner

The camera flashes like lightning bolts

that awaken part of my brain

they say lightning doesn't strike twice

but it does in the world of fame. 

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The thunder is in the cries of the crowd

as they reach out for a single touch

and I wish I could greet them all, but

I'm the bolt only striking once:

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a singular event in humankind

they all want to pry open my mind

and photograph every part of my life

like the key to happiness is in my pumpkin spice. 

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But it's all just a fantasy

cobbled together by blogs you read

scrolling through photos on your feed

of your idols on endless repeat. 

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Maybe I'm in my bedroom too

looking for someone that I can live through

a poster to put up on my wall

and see myself like the commoners do.