Fiction

You compare us
but it's like apples and oranges
cats and dogs
He is a successful lyricist
I'm a poetic hack
He sings songs on stages across the globe
I read my work to drunks in bars
he dreams of the fame
I don't dream at all
and yet
My star is starting to shine
My work refined
No longer teenage angst
But adult frustration
His age showing
My face still baby fresh
Choose your own adventure
You walked away from the path I'm on
even when I extended my hand
And invited you along
One day my response will be
I told you so...