To be born powerful...
It is a terrible thing
An awful gift, to destroy with mere words
A tragic skill, to subtly undermine
(and smile)
To wear away at a foundation
With the structure still intact
And then remove the cornerstone
(Watch it crumble before your eyes, all at once)
You have done none of this
But to know that you can...
You are terrified of yourself
And there is no controlling you

h.f.m.