On one hand, the world does not revolve around you
On the other hand, mine has to
I'm in the position of utmost power
And you're a delicate flower, a glass tower
Every emotion constantly on the edge
Every piece of your world spinning out of control
You need something to hold onto
You need to feel like you don't always lose
I know you need to learn how to deal with failure
I know in the real world you can't always get what you want
I hope I'm not just setting you up to collapse
But if I can save you tonight that's one more day I count as a success
When the smallest thing
Could lead to the end
It's like standing on a precipice
And trying not to catch the wind
So for now I indulge
Giving you all that you want
Hoping someday we can talk rationally about all of this
Hoping we don't fall off the precipice
Because seeing you this way really hurts
And I don't want anything I do to make things worse
Judging eyes, privileged lives
Telling me I'm bringing you up to be spoiled
But they don't know what it's like inside our world
If they asked, I'd tell them yes, I understand that the world does not revolve around you
But I also understand, that for this season of life, mine has to
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