I keep falling down
Because I am a tower of blocks
Constantly being toppled and rebuilt by a child
Never happy with the result
But she only has so many pieces of me to play and build with
So she might desire a better set to waste her time on
One with more vibrant colors and sharper edges
And with a million pieces, to be used to her heart's content
But still she plays with me, with my dulled corners, and fading veneer