Pedestal

I'm the glass half empty For you I'm never full How's the air up there where you are on your sky high pedestal? I use too many paper towels I put the cap on wrong I'm wearing too much makeup How could I like that song? My poems are depressing Who taught me how to drive Is that what I'm wearing Too see thru go inside I didn't get the memo An email, anything To clue me in that you are God And you know everything You need to get a mirror Focus, check your view Its crystal clear from where I stand That you're imperfect too You make mistakes you do wrong Your flaws are bountiful So bring yourself back down to earth And off your pedestal