Christa had been freezing, even with all her blankets earlier in the night. You’d listened to her teeth chatter for hours, till you could bear it no longer. You slipped out of bed, grabbed one of your two blankets, and slid it on top of her. Her shivering had stopped soon after.
Only now, you were freezing. You watched your breath curl slowly upward above you, mildly amusing yourself, trying to find shapes in the ghostly swirls. Small flecks of white fell passed the window, growing in intensity but falling gently, with no wind to drive them.
How you’ve brought us all to grief.
How can you be unashamed?
When you stole from people unnamed
How you think about your own fame
Just like others like you playing that game
How you feed off us
How you live on others success
How can you sleep at nights,
Knowing you infringed other’s rights?
How can you enjoy this fame,
Knowing it rightfully belongs to another name?
Do we also carry the blame
That we blindly follow someone’s claim?
To the people that believe everything humans say
To you I say good day
We must always question what we are told
Or we can start to be controlled
By vicious lies and such
To me that is just too much