When I become famous will you look at me any differently? Or will you still look at me through your vapid colorless eyes? Will you finally begin to see my worth? Or will you see me as the same inconvenience you always have?
When I become famous. Will my name remain silent upon your lips? Or will you speak of me fondly to everyone you meet? Will, you talk me up and let anyone and everyone know how great I am? Or will I still be as forgettable as you think I am?
When I become famous. Will you ultimately wrap me in your warm embrace? Or will I still be the leper you dare to touch? Will I still be to much for you to handle? Or will I be the shoulder you need to lean on?
When I become famous. Will you actually begin to hear what I have to say? Or will my words of wisdom continue to fall on deaf ears? Will you listen to all my hopes and dreams, my fears, my pain? Or will you still be my source of so much grief?
When I become famous. Will you then want to be my best friend? Or will I still remain that person you once knew? Will I still be someone you’d rather not know? Or will I be your go-to when everything in your world goes dark?
When I become famous will I, still be the “black sheep” to your, misguided, pristine, white one? Will you suddenly love me unconditionally? Will you be everything I need you to be and more? Will, you laugh and smile at all my jokes? Will it be genuine this time?
It doesn’t matter because, in the end, I know who you really are. It’s too bad you couldn’t see the real me before. For, in the end, I will become famous! I will be somebody! Can you say the same?