Overestimated

I thought she was my life, she was my only

She was the best, she was my glory

My happiness, my warmth

She was my support in storms and wrath

I depended on her entirely, for my existence

Between us, I could not bear any distance

I sunk down, slumped without her,

And smiled and laughed only when I saw her

Then, one fine day, I did discern,

That she, that cruel just supported me to make me burn

Her brace made me weak,

And I lost my value, mind, and physique

 

Then I realised that she had been overestimated,

And she had just been waiting to see me dead,

I finally pulled myself up and lived strong

And never leaned on her from then, all along.