I Can Sit There — Jaded

I can sit there—
give you everything.
Knowledge, hands that help,
even a roof when storms hit.
And what did you do?
You got comfy in the riddles I gave you—
“Give him an inch, let’s see if I can run a mile.”
So you tried.
Oh, I saw.
And I sat there.
Sat through the tired script—
watched you test how far you could stretch me
before I snapped.
Funny, isn’t it?
How I looked like I took it all.
But I watched every mile you ran,
you thinking I was blind.
No, honey—
the only clueless one in this tale was you.
I’ll always stand on my crown.
Your worth?
Not my responsibility.
You mistook royalty for a stepping stone.
So next time you run miles
thinking I won’t notice—
remember who built the road.

And me?
I just sit back.
Watch my power
whisper through your mind
like a slow-burn storm.
Mental torture?
I don’t lift a finger.
I just exist.