I have a
Long-held fear ~
That one day I will
Be found out ~
The word will
Get around ~
That I am not
The person they
Expected me to be ~
Then those who
Couldn’t wait
To be my friends ~
Will be the first to
Say ~ that they
Could always see
Right through me ~
Then they will sell me
To the tabloids ~
And dine out on me
Till I no longer trend ~
Of course this means
Another stint in rehab ~
Just one more of the many
Perks of popularity ~
Worst case scenario ~
It pays the bills ~
And keeps the wolf
Far from the door ~