The Irony of Fame

It drives you crazy
It takes from you the best
And gives in return the rest
It showcases you to the world
But at the expense of your lot
It breaks your freedom
and for what?...fun and pleasure?
It is fun while it last but will it last?

Fame is a bastard;
pardon me, I mean a dastard
It gives and it takes,
Fair deal...but the time to receive
Is as short as a broken scale
You can believe in it
but the regret that soon follows
will destroy your peace

Fame is beautiful
But dangerous to behold
It drags you from hero to zero
and offer a complement equivalent to your soul
Even in it obscurity,
It amass countless disciples
A taste is toxic and killing;
in it best, the strong loses it identity.