Burden of Instant Fame
Here I lay, this tiny creature just out of my mother's womb
In the midst of a white room, I only detect a sweet perfume
I couldn’t erase though I did not seem to remember her face
Nor her embrace, what’s left is how she was pure with grace
Never forgot how I was in my decorated cot seeking her hand
But I failed to understand that this family was simply a brand
A name put out to the crowd, supposedly I should be proud
And be on this number nine cloud where crying isn’t allowed
There’s no more time to be hostile when you’re born to smile
Locked away from outside world like living on a deserted isle
Camera lights shining so bright ever since I was a little child
First I enjoyed that attention; I was viewing it all so beguiled
But shit really hit the fan as that gossiping suddenly began
Called names as a dark clan or a part of a big, vicious plan
Headlines in the paper such as: “He isn’t really the father!”
I learned that in the story of my life I’ll never be the author
The inevitable result of this instant fame of that royal name
To fade all the shame, my mother taught me to be a dame
But behind smiling eyes, I saw her fragile heart torn apart
And if we’d part, she’d hold me tight, told me to be smart
I tried, oh dear God I know I tried to hide or find a disguise
Feeling so guilty for being at a high without having to rise
But then that burden of fame became too much to carry
We all wished that how we were born, we could now bury
Should be filled with a bliss instead we want to be dead
We decided to go right ahead and in death we then fled
Together…side by side, as a family we ended this fight
Our forces collide: we stride like strangers in the night