Almost Famous, Never Whole

A cycle of poems «Everything Hurts and I Am Almost Famous»

City lights blur through the tinted glass
Another show, another fleeting pass
Name in lights, a roar from the crowd
But backstage echoes whisper way too loud
They scream my songs, they know every line
But none of them see the cracks in this design

Almost famous, a star on the rise
But behind the glitter, a hollow disguise
Never whole, a puzzle with a piece gone
Chasing the spotlight 'til the early dawn
Trading my soul for a fleeting embrace
A gilded cage with a smile on my face

Magazine covers, a picture-perfect pose
Living a dream, as everyone supposes
But lonely hotel rooms and empty calls
Remind me of the price when the curtain falls
They want a hero, a legend reborn
But underneath I’m just weathering the storm

Almost famous, a star on the rise
But behind the glitter, a hollow disguise
Never whole, a puzzle with a piece gone
Chasing the spotlight 'til the early dawn
Trading my soul for a fleeting embrace
A gilded cage with a smile on my face

I search the faces in the front row line
Hoping to find something that feels like mine
A connection, a truth, a kindred soul
To fill this emptiness and make me whole

Almost famous, a star on the rise
But behind the glitter, a hollow disguise
Never whole, a puzzle with a piece gone
Chasing the spotlight 'til the early dawn
Trading my soul for a fleeting embrace
A gilded cage with a smile on my face

The music fades, the lights grow dim
Almost famous, but where do I begin?
Never whole, the echo remains
A lonely whisper calling out my name
Almost... almost... but never truly there
Lost in the crowd, consumed by the glare.