Thursday, March 29, 2007

Britney’s brother

He's so lucky, he's a star
But he cry, cry, cries with his lonely heart, thinkin
If theres nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come out at night?

He’s used to it. He’s gone through the pain of being misunderstood all his life. From as far back as he can remember, people have treated him like an ornament and he could write a book about it. He won’t. He couldn’t care less.

The world looked around, scratched it’s head and pondered. Then it spotted him and decided that he’d do. So it took him and forcefully pushed him onto the stage. He was placed in a position he was not ready for.

Even without strings to move his arms and feet, he felt like he was a puppet. He was required to play the game the way the world dictated. He had to smile and wow the audience at the appropriate times or woe unto him.

He went through it all. The world gave him a name and looked away, uncaring about his opinion. He had to own the name. He had to be the star. The costume was at his feet, ready to be worn. There was a mega production to perform.

No one noticed that he had a double personality. No one could have thought it was possible.

But he found out that he was happiest when he was himself; the other personality. He was happiest after the curtains had fallen, after the applause had died, after the grimace had faded. His was not a smile, he knew. He was in pain but who cared?

The world is still reeling from the shock. He was caught by the police in a very compromising situation with a MAN in a car just outside his home. Not even his pastors know what to tell the congregation regarding their youth pastor’s conduct.


Blogger joshi said...

FRIGGIN HELL!!!!!..and here i was scrolling to the part where he had shot his brains out or done some other crazy stuff..

8:35 AM  
Blogger Degstar said...

now please be explicit, i wanna know who, when, where, why n how!

1:10 PM  
Blogger The 27th Comrade said...

Hmm ... you know what you just did to my opinion of every other youth pastor?

Again, this kind of thing is actually not uncommon. They wear shells, too. Thick shells.

Frig. At touch at the end.

11:11 PM  
Anonymous Jane said...

Lol@ Deg...this is hillarious, your avartar seems to be in the inquisitive mood too. LOL

6:13 PM  

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