I see someone famous
for being wonderful
or being themselves
or maybe just
for being famous and
I am angry and
under that
I am hurt and
under that
I am terrified
that I am worthless
that I will never be seen
that I will die alone
and with the music in me
and under that
I am ashamed
and under that
I am grateful
for the staggering riches
of love and comfort
I am surrounded by
all
the
time
but that I somehow
overlook
in my hurry
to move from
Point A
to any other point
but the next one.
xxx
c
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