Addicted to Attention

Addicted to Attention

A racing heart, fueled by the foes that lie behind your high
Ranting and screaming with no alibi
In search for a leap only the dealers can supply

Prancing the malls with a thuggish accent
Only to mask your addiction
Not knowing that honesty shields against fabrication – not non-fiction

Smiles and smirks without credentials introduces game
That feeds into your habitude so smooth it reigns
Paced instantaneously, the left hand switches right
To reiterate occurrences prior that night

You’re addicted

Deep rooted in those 9th grade days…it killed your identity
Trapped your feelings behind your heart and imprisoned your amenity
Sunglassed this situation…shading it today
When you’ve handcuffed decisions that were relevant on Sunday

Freely endorsing billboards as if those secrets can’t write
A way to others knowing the plagiarism you site
Stealing shows without compensation and boldly spending your two cents
Side effects of this exact comment

You’re addicted

A surplus bring satisfaction and changes can never occur
Because it effects your self-esteem, personality…whole persona
It can’t be define exactly, it varies and so does dimension
When you’re addicted to this thing called... “attention”

~Dominique C. Cooper