Towers

I sit atop a tower
It’s made of sorrow and misery
There are no rails
It’s an easy jump
About three stories tall
Wouldn’t die
It’d hurt
But I’d be able to break the base
Watch it fall
Build a new tower
One made of happiness and excitement
Ten stories tall
One I don’t want to jump off of
One where the fall would hurt more than being there
Though inevitably
People exist to tear towers down
Be it good or bad
Help or harm
Love or hate
There’s no such thing as an indestructible tower