Pedestal of gold in recent past,
Now revealed to be plastic
Coated in metallic paint.

Life-giver, you consume the life out of me.

Flawless mirror in your hands,
Becomes cracked and cheap
In my unwilling grasp.

Foundation, I must now support your shaking frame.

Perception of self and world,
Tainted by your mistakes,
Paints a false image of me.

Mentor, your advice is empty and dead.

Childhood of cotton candy,
Melted in the rain
Of your aching tears.

Wanting to fix you,
Wanting to help,
But dependent upon the truth.

Tell me...
Where has my idol gone?