Separated

Surrounded by a crowd,
You're the center of attention
Constantly complimented,
You're loving every minute of it

Soon as it started,
It quickly came to an end.
You're left behind,
A faded star

Quickly forgotten
Left in the dark
All your friends detached themselves from you.
You're quickly separated from the rest.

The fame that went to your head,
Never prepared you for this.
How are you going to cope?
How are you going to live?

Forgotten,
And treated worthless now.
What was ever the point in fame?
If all it ever did was cause more conflict and harm?