Fame

A Poem by a_methyste

You wanted money and fame. To you I was an obstacle on the way. You threw me away like an withered flower. Knives went well on your hands. You’d kill for your pleasures. I wanted my innocence.

You wanted money and fame.
To you I was an obstacle on the way.
You threw me away like an withered flower.

Knives went well on your hands.
You’d kill for your pleasures.

I wanted my innocence.
I wanted my trust.
I couldn’t have them back.
It was time to grow up!