I was the one
Covered in diamonds
Dress as low cut
As my stylist could
Manage.
Every curve hugged
Every inch of me
Shining silver
Poised, beautiful
Confident
Dripping with the ever-important
Sex appeal.
The spotlight
Should have been
On me.
But they rode out
Holding hands
On fire.
Making their own
Spotlight.
And stealing
What was rightfully
Mine.