I know how it feels,

When people give sunshine,

But rain on your parade,

When there’s other worlds to brighten.

I know what it’s like,

When you’re placed on a pedestal,

A ledge of affection from eyes,

That’s forgotten about.

There’s always someone else,

That veils me from their spotlight;

I guess there’s better options around.

It sucks when you trip,

From supporting character,

To lowly background character,

When there’s ‘better’ actors.

I despise the feeling,

Of quaking with tears,

When more weight of lonesome,

Collapses down on me.

I seemed to be loved by all,

But do they really care,

If they picked the whole world first?

Hidden in the spotlight,

That shouldn’t be there,

If I can be forgotten about in a snap.

(This might be a bit off prompt but I’m ranting a bit so 🫶🏾(I’m alright btw))