Done-

Done-


Hidden in the shadows
I deeply pity thee.
Your life put up on Broadway
For everyone to see.

Your fame has gained you love,
But brought you hate as well.
You may have gained a treasure trove,
But at what cost, pray tell?

But I am no one's judge
For I am raven's feather.
Forced in by night's own grudge
To lift the seemingly better.

We are much like each other,
No true love, friends, or glee.
Your emotions fake, mine completely severed.
Perhaps.. we weren't meant to be.