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.
*
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:
*
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.
*
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.
*
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.
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Matt Dwyer
Recent college grad. I write about pop culture, politics, travel, mental health, and more
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