Mistaken

This pedestal you have me on,
It is burning, crashing down.

I am not perfect.
I am not beautiful.
I am not humble.
I am not selfless.

You must have mistaken me
For the other damsel in distress
Right beside me.

Take me down, give me a ladder,
I can’t stand to be held so high
Just to come crashing down.

I don’t fly, I can’t land.
I don’t run, I can’t walk.
I don’t look, I can’t stop.

The pedestal is singed, crumbling.
I am coming down, falling.

Take me off this pedestal.

I am not perfect.
I am not beautiful.
I am not humble.
I am not selfless.

I’m already crashing.
Down.