The Star

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 ~