If you walk, I'll cut off your legs. If you fly, I'll tear off your wings. If you crawl, I'll break you whole. I want you to feel as trapped as me. I want to hurt you. I want to turn my head from your pain. No regards to how you're feeling. I don't want you to see the light of day. I want to beat you. Make you bleed inside and out. I want myself to relish in your mental and physical degradation. Because to me you are everything, and nothing. Without you, I'd be nothing. You make others see that I have power. You are beaten under my authority, helping me reign supreme.
I am unable to love. But I show my emotions through attention. I give you my attention. But that's not enough. You fear me. You only see my intentions as harm. But you are so wrong. I care. Deeply. But in order for me to show care is suicide. I cannot show emotions under our circumstances. It'll only be a weakness. I cannot, and will not have you as my weakness. Please understand. I only want you to understand. But as I raise my hand to command you, you shrink away in fear. You think I'd hit you. Of course.
To you, my dear Starscream, I'm nothing but a monster.