A soul must be traded for the fame,

To get those likes, comments and shares.

I can only imagine that’s how you justify it,

The knife you placed so delicately in my back,

The wolf in sheep’s clothing, and I, your sacrifice.

Now I’m no longer a threat, or an ally, I wonder-

How lonely you must be sitting on your throne,

But my question is, was it worth the price you paid?