jealousy over what we are not
and sometimes wish we could be;
Does it make us bad people
or just ordinary?
When we could harm
with easy pettiness, belittle or shut down
the glorious mountain-top creature
in an attempt to feel better
for a short while,
how can we process,
how can we let it go through us,
without a word spoken,
when odds are,
and with luck maybe,
we will never be anything other?
"Fame is an enhancer, but for everyone else's insecurities, and it just, basically it directs it all towards you, because they, like, I don't know, people like look at you differently. Like people you've been friends with for years, like the amount of people I don't speak to anymore just because it f.cking turned weird." Ed Sheeran