Eyes,
eyes everywhere and smiles,
legs like a million miles,
your hair in ringlets,
standing there looking pretty in your designer dress,
upon the red carpet,
promoting a movie,
a crowd full of the happy faces of fans and the press,
and questions, answers, and conversations,
and publicity,
and lots of false realities,
and things not as exciting as they should be,
and people’s aesthetic analysations gone wild,
and criticisms no less,
outer beauty,
inner calm,
false realities,
stress,
happiness,
treading on eggshells,
knowing that everyone will be writing about you,
in the press,
with the mental health of many of your friends not so good,
you end up drinking too much and taking too many drugs,
because of the stress,
but you make a lot of money,
but what good is money when your life is filled with stress,
and anxiety and negativity,
and you are always depressed?
