i've never been a fan of fame.
fortune's not my middle name.
i never cared too much for glory.
i'd prefer to write the story
as i feel it, unaware
if i am judged since i don't care.
my skin's so thick it doesn't matter
if it's bought – i won't get fatter
by the glory or the praise
and i admit, to my amaze,
i do not shirk from critic's pen
or insults hurled and yet again
my skin's so thin, i often think
my veins will burst, my blood will sink
into the soil below a pit
i stand my ground and think of it.
it makes me want to wail and bawl!
i'm so effected by it all.