She was ghosted like a vapor,

And left without a sound

Said it was honor, integrity,

But it smelled like background.

Claimed virtue over vanity,

But her mirror cried fame,

Her inbox flooded with follow-backs

And blue-tick acclaim.

Spoke of morals like scripture,

Chose hashtags for her hymns,

But loyalty got throttled

When the checklists looked slim.

She preached principles-righteous,

Said “I won’t compromise,”

But her exit cue was greenbacks

Shaped like dollar signs.

Built bridges with her bio,

Burned ‘em with a brand deal,

Turned silence into gospel

To boost her highlight reel.

Integrity was her costume,

Tailored for applause,

But behind the stitched convictions

Was a thirst with no pause.

Now she’s posing on platforms

Where truth’s just a theme

A cameo crusader

In pursuit of the dream.

So keep your receipts, beloved,

Keep your grace and your flame.

Some leave with halos,

Others chasing name.

This ain’t hate, it’s clarity,

A verse with no disguise

Even ghosts leave footprints

When they monetize their lies.