You didn't want to be famous, but you wanted to look cool,
you wanted to be respected,
you wanted to feel good,
you wanted everyone to love you,
so, you listened to your friends, and you talked about what was cool,
you talked about what was fashionable,
you talked about how it could attract the opposite sex,
you tried to be you and you tried to feel good,
you wanted to look good,
you wanted to be admired,
you wanted to be seen as beautiful,
and you were spoilt for choices of products,
and everyone,
absolutely everyone was trying to advertise to you,
trying to advertise to you on the radio,
and on the televisions and on the chat shows,
and on the beauty shows and the contests,
and in between the celebrity’s television shows,
and on the celebrities shows,
glamour was thrown at you.
You must have this,
you must have that,
you should look this way,
you should look that,
and you felt at first,
that you should buy this and buy that,
because you wanted to look good,
and then your friends,
they bought the same things,
and over and over again, you paid the money,
and you felt the most beautiful that you had ever been,
and then, with so many things to choose from,
you bought something your friends did not do,
and went to places your friends did not,
and then you were criticised,
and picked on and you felt stupid,
and felt that you weren't quite fitting in,
but then you tried to rationalise it,
by thinking it was their fault,
then you had a change of heart,
and so, you bowed to peer pressure,
and bought what they did,
and went where they did again,
and then at times you struggled with yourself,
and you wanted to dress like you again,
and you wanted to go,
where you wanted to go again,
and then they criticised you again and again,
they criticised you out loud,
all over town,
they criticised you online on the social networks,
and friends and ex friends,
they criticised you behind your back,
amongst their friends,
and they criticised your relationships,
and you began to self-harm,
and you began to drink too much,
and you began to take drugs,
and the criticisms continued,
and you couldn't take it anymore,
and in your own bedroom,
amongst the fashionable clothes that you had bought,
and amongst the beauty magazines,
and the beauty products,
the games consoles,
and the posters of celebrities,
you hung yourself,
you hung yourself,
and whilst you were dying,
you were glad you were dying,
because you would never face criticism again,
and just before dinner,
dinner with the family that you loved,
your life came to a rapid end.
