Claim to fame
With my flashy name.
My fashion flair,
Sun tinted hair,
Bright blue eyes,
Made my popularity rise!
With my sparkling shoes,
Reds, greens, blues,
My brand new phone,
Make up from Rome,
Made a sudden overnight
Major celeb spotlight!
My trashy boyfriends,
Plus my latest trends,
Pictures in magazines
Caused plenty of scenes,
I think I was going mad,
Or at least I was turning bad...
Was it all cracked up to be,
Was I really covered in glee?
The flare really dies,
Having to wear a disguise.
Even with big shades,
Popularity eventually fades.
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