I used to think you hung the stars in the sky, and now when I think of you, I just feel empty and cold. When I see you, I still feel the feelings I always felt. I still think you could move the Earth for something you wanted, if you truly wanted it, and that you can do anything. Thing is, there's something else there now. For the longest time, I could only say that it was a coldness. That's true, I felt extremely cold around you. Cold, empty, confused.

Now I know what that feeling is. I thought the world of you, you were my hero. You were this amazing force who could do anything and have anything in the world, and I was special just to be in your presence.

You're fake. You've created this elaborate stage to act out your life on, and now you can't even tell what's on the stage for everyone to see and what's real. But I can. I know what's real, and it's what you don't want anyone else to see.

Sometimes I can't stand to look at you, because I see right through you, and the emptiness in you makes my heart wrench. Sometimes, though, I look at you and I feel the way it used to be. I'm just not awestruck by you anymore, and I see how it really is.

That feeling I get sometimes, that feels so cold and empty...It's disappointment. You can be so much more than you are, but you won't, because you can't risk any interruption in the stage production of your life.

So yes, I am disappointed in you. I expected so much more from someone I deemed worthy to be my hero. I thought you would take a risk for something better. I thought you were good enough to be considered a hero to someone who had never before had the luxury to have a hero.

I was wrong.