Why couldn’t that somebody be me?

when i look at my screen

i’m shined by a beam

of YOU loved by the masses

risen high above the classes

a wall of a thousand praises

going to far off places

but once the screen rests

a darkened lonely face reflects

YOU became a somebody

yet i stay… a nobody

to live the life of dreams

and be recognized on the screens

how is it that YOU’RE there?

and all i can do is stare?

why couldn’t that somebody… be me?

tell me, what was that spark?

that lit the spotlight in the dark?

what was the age?

YOU were made for the stage?

were YOU born with talent?

like a being from another planet

how did YOU rise to fame

when we are all made the same?

what did the world see

that wasn’t in me

why couldn’t that somebody be me?

i hate how it is YOU i envy

what is it i just can’t see?

am i misreading the writing

of all the struggles and fighting

and hardships from afar

that got You to where You are?

blinded by a silver spoon

that was probably never real

like a mirage in the dune

I want live the life of dreams

and perhaps also be on the screens

but how do I get there?

no more do I want to stare

how do I make Me… a somebody?