PROUD BUT BROKEN

Standing on the balcony, I silently observed the lovely landscape,
When two tall security officers told me to vacate the premises.
I stood my ground, stating I will not; if needed, alone I would escape—
Then, I glanced over and watched a celebrity also lean on the railing.

He was not all too enthused with me; I think he confused me for a fan,
But I hardly took notice of him, so he somewhat relaxed for a minute.
He quickly too his leave, and I continued standing looking over the land
I continued to indulge in the fresh air and was content with that moment.

Suddenly, the celebrity’s manager leaned on the railing with me too;
He seemed alright with me, then, what?! He started talking with me!
As he spoke, he mentioned how this celebrity was difficult like goo…
My eyes widen as he inquired if I could maybe get through to him.

Say what now?! I was taken aback; I am a nobody! Why choose me?
I shook my head, but he persisted about the trouble that he was in:
The celebrity had grown cold and was flipping off the paparazzi…
Not only that, he was distant to everyone he used to work well with.

I agreed and the manager took me to another place on the world tour…
I do not remember the exact country, but it was quiet where we were—
It had a pleasant scent, considering the city had cleaned the gross sewers.
And again, I found myself standing next to the celebrity… it was odd.

Neither of us said anything; what could I say? We did not know each other…
If anything he said “hi” and by the same token, I did too, but it was awkward.
He left, and I did not try to even stop him. Two people—this time his mother—
Showed up, repeating the same message his manager gave, and I followed him.

“Okay, what’s up?” I asked as I approached him right there for a third time.
He turned, gave me a confused look before retorting “What do you mean?”
“You know what I’m talking about.” I hoped that sent into his mind a chime;
If not, I would definitely decide on running away to some distant country.

To my surprise, he suddenly broke down, spilling whatever he tried to hide:
In between his whining, I heard him mentioning the stress and the pain it was
Living the life of a celebrity, where no one cared anymore, not even his guides—
All they cared about was his performances and seeing everyone got their money

His closest mentors seemed to have turned their back on him; he was alone;
Facing the world of desperate fans and demanding superiors… it was tough!
Then I did something that would have seen me sued—they seemed to condone—
I had pulled him into my arms and tried to comfort him, and he cried and cried.

This was getting really strange, but I told him something that would see my arrest,
I told him he needed to get away from it all for a bit, and I offered my hand.
Shockingly, he took it and I led him away from the misery of the famous unrest
And from the annoying paparazzi, the fans, and—yes—even his own family too.

We left it back in the dust and we went to do activities that he had no time for.
Journeying back to Canada, we went to an airshow and the PNE in Vancouver…
I have not seen someone having so much fun and laughing ignoring the sores
On his heart. If I could be so bold to state: frankly, he was exactly like a little kid.

I introduced him to my pals and he joined our community, I guess you could call it.
Time flew and pretty soon I had him attending my church group: Young Adults.
And he was intrigued by it all; in fact, he soon was dragging me around a bit…
Okay, not a bit… a lot. He was always eager to go to church or see my friends.

Then I woke up; it had all been a dream. No doubt! I’d would be in prison if so.
But I could not help but wonder why I would see him from a different perspective…
I concluded he is a proud celebrity on the outside, but a broken child within. No,
They may be wealthy but they are suffering but are too proud to admit it out loud.

I really think God was revealing to me the pain that goes on even among the rich—
And He sure did get the message across; I have been pondering this dream all day.
It is not every day you get a dream that lasts almost all night. But to flip the switch,
Everyone will think I am crazy for it, but the celebrity… his name is Justin Bieber.

*****

Had it been about Eminem, I'd be shot. X3

This is a simplified version of the REALLY long dream I had the night before. But an inspired version so not all of it is exactly as the dream went... so yeah. It was sooooo... intriguing... that I had to put the dream into a poetry form. That is how I am trying to express my feelings and what goes through my mind. Don't diss just because of the celebrity... you would have to had dream it. Personally, I don't care for his music, but the dream I had has me wondering, you know, if he actually is hurting but is hiding it? Never will know for sure though. But I do feel even for even the rich people who are hurting... IDK, it's just me I guess. :/