My Dream [a poem by me]

Turning on my favorite song
Crankin up the volume, till I'm really there.
THUMP,THUMP,THUMP goes the beat in my head.
Singing on the top of my lungs
infront of a crowd,their screaming my
name louder and louder.
My logo is on every tee, record companies
are wanting me.

Autographs are being wanted
every time I pass a crowd, I
finally get to my dressing room.
Life is not always happy when you're rich.
Day after day Im more confused as to why I
cant be normal or couldnt have impressed Simon
on American Idol,but I know Im here for a reason
and Ill stay that way with the help of my fans.

Sometimes people think that being a star
means your perfect and havent any problems.
Sometimes I wish the wind would carry me
far away from these troubles.
But the best part about being famous is the
concerts and just performing.Then the croud
screams your name till they cant scream any more!!

Lowering the volume to my favorite song
the cloud is fading and is almost gone.My
alarm goes off and once I Tap the button
I realize it was just a dream!