Deconstructing the Center Goddess of a Universe

You’ve constructed yourself out of others

A few compliments have sunk further than your sense

What happened to being humble, when is lights out

Your sun never seems to set, maybe it went down

But your emotions won’t let your face show the truth

You can’t run everyone’s kingdom

Every good queen needs a comparable king

Any open plans? Logic closed shop years ago

Your life is empty, but you talk as if you’re full of certainty

You act as if the whole universe is your home

As if everyone deserves to pay your rent

There’s some deflating to do

Deconstruction needs to be scheduled soon