I awaken with the repetitive feelings of inferiority.
Wonder and awe fill my mind, as I grasp at the idea of
the Prince and the Pauper.
Welcoming me into the world once again,
the sunlight smothers my eyes with kisses,
telling me to keep my chin up.
But I want so much more than what is infront of me.
This plate is half empty, and it's not greed that drives me;
I have a dream, and I want to hold it in my arms forever.
It's not fair that you're living my dream. MY DREAM! I exclaim.
But who am I kidding? Do I really have what it takes?
I don't even know where to start.
Past attempts have been futile, but I want this.
I want this so bad, I'm willing to...
willing to...
I don't know anymore.
That's the thing. I just want it.
I want it all.
I want the taste of not being poor,
I want the taste of freedom, relaxation.
I want people to love me - my music.
My life. I want people to want to live my life.
Is that so wrong?
I want to be on top for once in my life, no struggles.
I don't want to flip burgers and wear a name tag.
I want my pink hair back.
I want to learn piano, I want to sing at the top of my lungs.
I want to jam on my guitar all day.
I want to have someone else dress me and do my hair and make up.
I want to have my picture taken.
This all seems so far away, from the eyes of a pauper in a dying city.
A city where the prince has everything and still wants more.
I don't know where to start, who to go to, I'm a stranger -
even in my own skin.
I'm starting to feel discouraged, should I just accept the fact
that this dream is just a dream and not for me?
No, I can't, because the prince is starting to mimic me!
They want to be like me. They're talking like me, dressing like me.
I can't be a shadow, I must stand out. What is going on?
I want this, back off.
But can I really handle all the stress?
The invasion of privacy?
Sacrifices.
I won't really be free. Just in my musical mind.
I won't have privacy, ever.
I won't struggle, but I won't see my family that much.
These fears... they hold me back.
Is it really this bad?
The pauper will never know unless he trades places with the prince now, will he?
Author notes
Do you ever find that you're trying to reach a certain goal, and all of a sudden, someone comes up to you, and complains constantly that (they're rich) they have nothing, and they decide it's fun to take everything you have and leave you with nothing? Example... lunch? They're so rich they've got the money to get a pop, a full lunch, everything, yet they wait for you to bring a lunch and then they mooch off of you, or take your drink without your permission. Personally, I don't want your MONONUCLEOSIS so stay away from me!
I don't know, that's a small example. They've got it all, all advantages yet they still gripe. It's disappointing, really. But we still try to persue our dream, and then they try to infiltrate it and turn in to your clone, only they're 100000000000000048141947171231931392478194 times more annoying, more self centered, more obnoxious. Yea... umm no. It doesn't fly with me. Thus, they are my Prince, for I am a Pauper.
Go ahead, richy, laugh it up. You'll get yours.
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