Wasted Pity

Dedicated to my father, though he was not a rock star he was a great musician this is for him.

They say pity is a wasted effort.

I ask who do you waste it on?

Do you waste it on the bum on the street?

Or the rock star on the stage in front of you?

I say the rock star.

Because he (or she) has everything at his finger tips:

Drugs, money, girls, parties, cloths, drinks.

Because he lives in another world.

A world full of greed, lust, and one with out people.

Monsters lurk in every corner:

Users, abusers, everyone that wants of him.

And those that are true friends are never evident

until he falls.

Those that want whats best for him are often

over run by the greed of others.

Who can he trust, how dose he know.

His head grows his ego can not be contained.

He is too good for family but not for drugs.

He has moved on to those worthy of his new

spot light.

Marriage becomes a move for more media attention,

or better political leverage.

What was once a role model for teens is now a drug

addict who cusses on stage and talks of getting high.

A simple home is too small.

More room is needed for parties.

Food becomes more and more expensive.

The drugs become part of your life overtaking you.

You live to perform.

To be treated like a god.

Everyone loves you for what you do for what

you have.

Because to them you have it all.

To them you have the perfect life.

But truly for this I pity you.

You will never know what true friendship

is until you hit rock bottom.

You will always think deep down that there is an

emptiness within you and you will never be able to

buy something to fill it.

You sing of love but will never be sure

you have found it until trials come.

You will be burnt out and in the end you will

have nothing but an empty house and the

memories of parties.

You will loose sight of why you perform and unless

you find it again you will be empty and never

know why.

You will blame everyone that was around you or

even the drugs.

And all the while want for the life you grew

to hate back.        

Until one day you snap.

The next question is when you do break

Will you realize that you can perform

Without all the drugs and drinking and girls;

Or will you wallow in self-pity until you kill

Yourself; or until someone helps you.

Some people say pity is a waste of time.

I ask who do you waste it on?