It still hurts.
You yelling at me backstage, because I upstaged you.
You humiliating me in front of others when you were drunk. Putting me down.
I forgave you long ago. But I still had dreams. Dreams of you flying on a star and me down on the ground.
It took me a long time to find my own star.
I am sorry, I apologize for the words I tossed your way recently.
I just wanted you to feel the same hurt, I felt all those years ago, when you moved back to town and never even called me. As if I never existed. I was no longer part of your world of self-adoration.
You just couldn’t have anyone around you that wasn’t a member of your fan club.