The whole world revolves around

Me.

But not in a good way, but in the way that
The planets all revolve around the sun yet
Never truly reach it; Forever avoiding this
Boiling disaster.

It's the way
Parents push their prams
The long way just to get around me and
It's the way
Giants shoot their dagger stares,
Scrutinizing every little inch of you
Up to your very core.
It's the way
You realise
Your loved ones are just like planets:
They're constantly drawing
Nearer
And
Nearer
Even though you try with
All your might to
Push
Them
                                                                ­  Away
        
                                          But you know
                         And you know
And you know,
They're just circling towards their
Impending Doom, that
One day all the planets would
Collide
The planet would draw
Nearer and nearer,
Until one day,
You would
Get a

Mega                            Super                
                                          Huge                              Nova    

And
It would be

All your fault.