Your expectations

You stand on top of the world, so sure,

Yet crumble when things feel unsure.

At the first crack, you run to her side,

Seeking comfort where you can hide.

The smallest troubles set you alight,

You moan and cry deep into the night.

Your world revolves around demands and needs,

Expecting others to bow and heed.

Tasks so simple, well within your skill,

Yet you drop hints, waiting still.

The ease you cherished now starts to fade,

No butlers, no maids—no roles to trade.

Here I stand, your mirror, your voice,

To tell you this was your chosen choice.

You've stretched too far, taken too much,

But soon, it will crumble under your touch.

And when it falls, as towers do,

It will take your pride, and you, with it too.