No matter what i realize
Or think
Or think i realize
One truth remains constant
No one cares but me

This poem could win the Nobel prize
and would still be forgotten
once the page is turned

I could cure a horrendous disease
and my name would be forgotten
by high school kids on test day

It is the thespians, the musicians
Who are not forgotten
Their name on the tongue of the masses

So i sit, pen in hand
Because i can
About how much i want to be a movie star
and how little anyone cares.

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