If only they knew.
You stand there, watching people pass by. How they crave your attention. There desire to be just like you. How pathetic. To them you're a goddess. By the snap of your fingers they'd be at you service in a heartbeat, without a second to waste. They'd do everything and anything just to please you. 'Cause frankly they're under your control.
You've considered changing once before, but your heart is hollow and there's nothing left to go for. So what's the point? So instead you watch in amusement as they crumble to your feet because even though you know its wrong the power gives you so much pleasure it makes you want is even more.
As you parade down the hallway every set of eager eyes are fixed on you and each and ever click form your heels are heard. You're glamorous
But you have always wondered how this ever came to be. How by the mention of your name caused heads to turn, how every word you spoke was noted, how you could be loved and hated at the same time. Then again, after all they'd kill to be anything like you. Ha. Fools they are. If only they knew.