Sitting here, listening to the lives of these so called beautiful people

Makes me wonder how they can live with it

Fame, fortune…

Are they really happy?

Never really being able to do anything

Without it being put in a magazine

Some we hate for no apparent reason

Just the jealousy that has grown inside us

Has made us think we hate them

They started out doing what they love

And what they had loved has become their enemy

If they weren't who they are now

Would we still care about them?

Most of us wish to be rich

But think to yourself

Do you want a life where you had no privacy at all?