Why would anyone choose to be famous?

To go through life when everyone thinks they know youEveryone has an agendaEveryone has an opinionUnable to let down your guardUnimaginable solitudeAlone with your thoughtsSurrounded by the trusted fewIn fear of the misguidedAlways botheredGone are the days of strolling through townNo longer able to enjoy a quiet lunchWhat is a peaceful afternoon?People lose perspectiveEveryone wants a pieceThey want to touch to make it realWho knows where they've beenWho cares what they wantPeople think they know you by something you have doneThey bond with you in their minds, in their heartsYet, eternally a strangerHow can you be who everyone thinks you areYou are many things to many peopleNone of which are youYou are just a person like any otherThey will never understand that you can't love them backThey are not to you what you have become to themHow can they ever be?They want to consume youThey want to be like youThey want to become youThey want to devour youThey want to love youBut you can never be who they think you areYou can only be who you actually areYou're confinement is on their shouldersThey push and you hideDoing your best to protect what is yours,What is real to you,What is leftEveryone thinks they know youAnd everyone is wrong
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