A poem - The paparazzi

A careful, shy, beautiful person. One of the best.
Something came down the person's chest.
Felt the anger. Felt the rage.
Should it be like this, in this age?

Was now able to take care of itself.
Put everything else on the shelf.
Made everybody have their rights.
Felt like being on new hights.

Now, the person regrets it all.
The happiness began to fall.
Wasted, ashamed, hated and useless.
All because of one thing.

                                                                                 
the Paparazzi...



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