if I am worth it

i have everything. and nothing. i'm living the dream. successful career as a singer at such a young age. millions of twelve year old girls stare at my face on posters and dream about becoming me someday. millions of other people who aren't so innocent also dream about me. i'm literally at the summit of life. but one thing i've learned is that once you hit the top there is this constant urge to hurl yourself off the top of the cliff and fall into nothingness. either you take the step and fall on your own, or the strong wind pushes you down. either way the fall is inevitable. i love this, dont get me wrong. the inspiration i am. the music i sing. the emotions i can bring to people. the power. but the same gold crown i wear has started to look more like shackles that i have to drag along the floor. i'm starting to think i dont deserve the power i have. like i'm not worth it. truth is, i dont know. i dont know what i am, only how i got here. and if i'm worth it, the wind will catch me before i fall.