Quest for stardom (or is it&;#063;)

A WISH

I wish I could runaway and be a star
Dancinmg under shining lights
Sparkly outfits, and on my arm
A man, a gorgeous man, a rich man, an artist
Escorting me, public displays of affection, and scandal.
Why can't I wake up on a red carpet and have people cheer for me
Asking me to stop for a second for their photography
Why don't people just ask for my autograph
Even though I don't have one, I just write my name
I still want them to ask.
Why can't designers flood me with gifts
Why can't my house be flooded with fan mail
I want my pictures on their walls
I want to be heard everywhere
To be in the position to do something for the world
My children would be envied
My enemies proud to be even seen with me
Even though I don't have enemies
But I'll get some to spite.
Call me a narcissist, egotistical, stuck up.
But this is no disease I simply love the light
I want to have the microphone
And write a thank you speech
First and foremost god, and then my family
Even though I know for sure my family exists
I know you're there I feel you
It just takes a lot of thinking
And I have a terrible headache
Why can't I be what I want to be
Why can't everybody love me
Why can't I be a celebrity
I have a really bad headache
I don't know what I am saying
I don't know if I mean a single word I said
I don't know what I meant to say, I meant to say
I don't know anything.