I've always hated the people,
That filled me with jealousy.
Knowing that we're not all equal,
But I guess it doesn't affect them, and they are used to being envied.
Makes a person famous?
What makes them so happy?
At least until their identity is stolen, and they become nameless.
The spotlight moves on,
To someone else.
Their presence is gone,
They have lost grip of themself.
The rich get richer, and the poor get poorer,
If you don't fit the mold, you are shunned.
Society has found a way to set up a border,
Amongst it's citizens, so we can envy the ones.