Caption: "Early Days"

Four-year-old me,

44-year-old you,

An accident of mine brought us together.

No way to tell who did it,

You mock,

Must’ve been the wind, or the weather.

5,000 things spilled on the floor,

That was yours,

And your only instinct? To record it.

Post the video, too

So the fans can consume

And leave their replies, like “abort it”.

At the things that they say,

You take comments away

But that doesn't mean they weren’t there

Creepy fans in the dark

Creepy DM’s and remarks

And still, you do not seem to care.

No, the problem's the source,

Should be taken down by force

But still, stubbornly you will not stop it.

And you’re making more green,

Silver dollars, coins gleam,

Every week, see if you can top it.

But yes, it’s my fault, not yours

That your money-filled drawers

Are laced with the pain of my past.

And you frown at the screen,

At the silence of screams,

Say “if you didn’t want to, just ask”.