Superstar

Everyone talks about her
like they know her
they pretend to care
but all they do is tear her down.

She’s in pain, but she smiles
when all she wants is respect
as she tries to deflect the hate.

She pours her life into song
but they say it’s all wrong
that she should grow up and move on.

All eyes on her
watching, waiting
for her to falter so they can call her out
on imperfection.

Imagine your life on display
where every day is filled
with comments and criticism
from anonymous faces.

She is human like me and you
with thoughts and feelings
healing from old wounds
wanting to love and be loved.