Turned on the TV…

I turned on the TV,

What did I see?

The rest of America was watching me

My reality has been invaded,

By cameras, producers,

Make-up artists, hair stylists,

Wardrobe and fifteen minutes…

Now what's a girl to do?

When I want that private moment,

One in which my thoughts collect,

One to let me ponder,

One where I am free to be

Who I am,

What I dream,

Where there weren't stage directions

Being shouted,

Across backdrops…

A place where I could live my reality as it was meant to be