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I’m popular, look at all my friends,
Every one has a number on my list.
Doesn't matter that I’ve not met a single one,
I’m the most popular hologram to exist.
Everyone whom I know physically,
Suffers alike, they’re jealous of me.
I have my own friends, my own life,
And excuses to justify what isn’t right.
It’s not my fault to be this way.
I can’t help how others behave.
I’m going to enjoy the fantasy I made,
They’re all envious over what I create.
I’m popular, so many like to read,
The follies of my life and fights I have.
Nothing is sacred if it gets what I need
It’s just expression, why should I feel bad?
I’m not accountable for a single word,
I’m absolved of responsibility for all I do.
I can’t keep myself from posting anything said,
Even if every word is untrue.
I’m popular, I’m a spectacle,
Look how easily I crucify with words.
They have no idea what I’ve written about them,
Why should I care if they would get hurt?
It’s the price I pay, but a price worthwhile
Look at the attention I get with my plight,
I’m popular, I know I make them smile
And I can pretend I’m not alone in life.
Let me discuss my issues,
Say how badly others treat me.
Let me cry you a river,
Illustrate what I want you to see.
I’ll tell you how much I want to care,
But, really my life is filled with hate.
I don’t really like anyone aside from myself
You wouldn’t believe how I really relate.
You just can’t imagine how I’ve been abused,
My secrets are many to interested minds,
I’ll just keep secret who all I’ve used,
Who I’ve hurt or how I’ve lied to you
Never see my hostility or the way I fabricate
Just humor my words, even if it isn’t true.
It gives me what I want to think of,
Don’t ask about those who were close to me.
They are mere shadows within my past.
I can pretend I have no responsibility,
For everything I did to them in the final act.
I got what I wanted and left,
Turned my back and walked away.
And the monster they are,
Is the monster I’ve made.
All that’s important is what I want,
There’s so little I truly need.
Merely all attention, all the time,
Just the eyes of the world affixed upon me.
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