I am a load-bearing wall;

You are a loaded gun.

I hold steadfast through it all;

You only ever hit and run.

The exterior is crumbling,

The floors are buckling,

There’s mold on every surface

Of this house you left to die.

They say pride goeth before the fall,

And your pride, your narcissism

Led to the ruin of all

You ever held dear.

The entire foundation was rotten

From the start.

Windows are shattered,

So much that mattered

Was ransacked and infringed upon.

But here still I stand,

Though nearly all else is gone.

For I am a load-bearing wall.