A famous friend of mine recently referred to me with this moniker. "You know, the pros, the amateurs, and people like you." It was meant as a compliment but it didn't land that way, prompting this piece.
Who are the people like you
Without the people like me
In this world we can't always see
That people like you
Need people like me
There's the big names with fame and fortune too
Singing songs and posting their I dos
There's the girl that hangs on every word
Hoping someday, she will too be heard
There's the boy hiding in his room
Pickin chords and tapping a balloon
There's the baller who's known for his attack
There's his mama who worked two jobs for scratch
There's the doctor who gives tv advice
And his teachers who taught him to think twice
There's the patient who struggles to hang on
While her loved ones struggle to stay strong
There's the actor who thrives upon a stage
There's the artist who helps her hide her age
No one famous is famous without fans
All great people on other shoulders stand
What's a writer without someone to read?
What's a giver without someone in need?
Disillusion that we stand alone
Is built upon a calloused paper throne
It can crumble in a minute's time
Expectations can turn upon a dime
People like you
Need people like me
People like me
Build people like you
In this world we can't always see
That people like you
Need people like me
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