Dec 08, 2006 06:51
They flock to you like seagulls on a beach, begging for your scraps.
They long for your attention even if only for a moment, falling victim to your charm
They linger, just hoping you'll say hello
They do favors for you because you're just that awesome.
They rave about you and your personality, convinced you're the entire package.
Nice. Caring. Spontaneous. Selfless. Captivating. Unique.
There's just something about you that seems to attract the masses.
You're the star of the production wherever life takes you, and it sells out every time.
Your followers have made you who you are, but what have you done for them?
Nothing.
Behind that pretty face lacks substance.
All that's left is an act, and one final word.
Overrated.
lg