A Fallen Empire
They will love you now.
It’s easy at the top,
When things are going well.
The lights they never stop,
Your name rings like a bell.
The fans are infinite and the praise unending,
It shocks you when you fall, the silence the pretending.
You put stock in to opinions that are as crazy as they are fleeting,
When you are alone, you are a husk, withdrawn, self defeating.
To pay notice to the fickle is mindless,
They jump ship, they are spineless.
Judge yourself on the merit of your soul,
Otherwise their judgement will take it’s toll.