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Is fame worth being a prize? A sparkly trinket that catches eyes?
Even though she's dead inside,
She's trapped, she won't decay.
Always under the public eye.
At the slightest flaw she'll be exchanged.
Gone with the snap of a finger.
She'll be replaced.
Oh sweet, divine angel, fallen from grace,
How could you subject yourself to envy and hate?
Is fame worth being a prize?
A sparkling trinket that catches eyes?
You're just an accessory that'll be thrown away,
Worn with age, a pawn in a game.
So trapped you are, in your prison of amber,
Full of plastic, fake, the antithesis of candor.
When you desire to actually be freed,
Then you'll see how beautiful you can be.
Hello, just a note- I will be moving this to PrisonOfAmber at Booksie.com so don't fret and report me :)