I'm a Star. No, not an actual Star, but a famous person kind of Star.

You know what I hate? The fact that,

Even if we're hurt, we have to smile.

Even if we're in agonizing pain, we have to keep up our masks. Our happy, cheerful masks. We have to smile like nothing's wrong.

We have to cry when we don't want to.

Even when we're frustrated, we can't show any signs of that on our faces because it'll end up being the #1 gossip of the week.

Even when people who hate us post hateful comments about us, we can't scream at them. Telling them to shut up. Asking them if they know us personally to tell other people those gossips........

We have to act like we don't care.

Why? Because we're Stars. Because we're famous. What we do, what we say, what we eat, what we wear....no matter what, the public eyes' will be watching us.