So I pretty much wrote this on impulse today, though the idea has rolled in my head before.
Lights
They're everywhere, surrounding him wherever he goes. Brilliant and awe-inspiring, at times, they even dazzle him. And he loves them.
He loves them, because they hide the darkness inside.
The Smile
His smile is one of a kind. At least, that's what all of the magazines say. It's different, distinct, and can cause others to nearly faint in elation once he flashes it towards them. It's gotten him out of all sorts of binds, and he uses it.
He uses it, to cover up all of his pain.
Adoration
They shower it on him - the fans, the media, his so-called friends. Sometimes, it's the only thing that keeps him going, gives him the confidence to not stop or falter. He needs the attention.
He needs it, because he's never received it from her.
The Dream
He's living it, isn't he? It's what other people say, anyways. He's rich, he's famous, he's lucky. He doesn't have to worry about money. He has the world at his fingertips.
All of this, yet he's still not happy.
Love
"We love you Jonah!" - It's what they all say. But he knows they don't. They love the image of him, the idea of him. But he smiles and says that he loves them too.
He says this, though he has no idea what love really is.
The High
So he goes from high to high - no not drugs, though his music is like one - and doesn't stop. He can't stop. Stopping means facing reality, it means facing the truth. He's not happy. No, not even close. He's miserable.
And he's never felt so low.