Popularity, more like insanity.

Changing everything about yourself to fit in;

You're like the clothes on a mannequin, you never stay.

Spending all your money on a different face;

Injecting yourself with plastic until you're practically a Barbie doll.

If your aim was to be fake, you have succeeded.

Your family doesn't recognise you,

Can you tell what you've become?

Another mindless clone, brain-dead and done.

But all the parties you attend;

The secret admirer notes;

It's all worth it isn't it?

Let me tell you something; you're wrong.