_alone_

What happened to the crowd-pleaser inside of you

You had fans

You had fame

You were adored by almost all the girls

Until you plastered a hardening shell on your skin

And turned horendous and ugly

We thought you had a heart

Til plentiful rumors unsurfaced you doing things to a poor little child

Being negilent with you mind

Doing un-godly deads

Hurry and set your heart right

Save a puppy

I wonder if all your acts and due to you being so alone