CONFESSION OF A WORLD CELEBRITY

                I am one of the greatest celebrities.                I can act, sing, perform and socialize perfectly.                I am the first person world renown                designer requested to be their model.                 I am always in the spotlight                on the catwalk                newspaper headlines                international media                camera flashes                and world’s mass media.                 I am the supermodel who turns Hollywood’s                fashion industry topsy-turvy                and the one who bring fashion world                to a brand-new level and perspective.                I am a trendsetter                who sets no limits in being stylish.                 I am the actor, who earns the highest,                the most demanded and priciest supermodel,                and also the singer whose concert’s tickets are sold                in unbelievable numbers.                And, don’t ever forget that                I am the one who creates the most havoc and controversy                in America’s entertainment industry.                 When I act, I act professionally.                When I sing, I sing with great passion.                When I am in public, I always wear                most majestic and luxurious outfits’.                 I never go out without my                driver                armed bodyguards                personal assistants                and my gadgets                which keep my deepest relationship and financial secrets.                 I am a prestigious international celebrity                but have long since being truly happy inside.                               I possess vast amounts of money                that can buy anything.                Anything                except happiness and true love.                 Girls marry me for my money                to earn popularity                and uses me for their own goods.                 Friends befriend me                for my popularity and                to achieve a more favourable position in industry                besides using me for their own benefits.                 People; paparazzi, my fans, and media                see me as a happy and carefree person.                But,                I always feel alone - isolated and alienated                in my own self.                I am a deceased with beating hearts-literally.                 I do drugs,                I party around,                I get drunk,                I drive recklessly exceeding
                the speed limit,                I get naked in the public,                I attend extravagant gala events                and bring beautiful girls back home.                 But that only confuse me more,                isolated                and lonely inside.                I do the most outrageous things,                craving for attention.                 I win the Emmy,                I am the singer who                walk away with the Platinum’s.                I win every single award                but I never win true love.                 I am looking for love,                not a one-night-stand.                I am looking for true love,                not lust.                I am looking for attention,                but not from paparazzi but                by one                who loves me truly…