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?