It must be exhausting being you
Always on the spotlight
Never able to hide from the world.
It must be awful being you
Not able to decide for yourself, not really
Always being told what to do
Because that is the price you pay in exchange for the fame they give you.
It must be cruel in the world you’re living
Because no smile or kindness shows on you
It must be hard to pretend it’s all perfect
When deep down you’re struggling to breathe and break free.
No one sees
No one knows
Gain the popularity
But keep the anonymity.
All the fame
All the attention
Become a celebrity
But still keeping the anonymity.
While others look for fame and longs to be known
I prefer to stay in the background
not minding to be outshone
I attain glory with diligence and patience
and celebrate in glorious silence
As everybody else wants to be the star
they’re ready to do anything, I mean anything
no matter how bizarre
I on the other hand, work the backstage
finding it a little strange
that not many likes to manage and pull the curtain
I thought that it would be fun,
I was quite certain
They write their names on every page
on every wall they can find
But I leave my canvas blank, I really don’t mind
Because I find it marvelous
to see the work signed as anonymous