Who I Was To You

I was never a person to you.

I was a sensation;

An easy high,

A distraction from life,

An excuse to get out of the house.

I was something for you to hold —

A stress relief ball.

I was a viewer on your live-streams

And a compliment jar.

The only thoughts that mattered

Were the ones about you.

You’re a king

Sitting on a thrown of pity.

I was your loyal subject,

One of many.

That’s what I was to you.