The Queen Of Arrogance (Physical)

This is just fiction, I'm not trying to make fun of anyone.

Praise Me:

The Queen of Arrogance.

Listen, as I  overtly

Tell my tale of unimportance.

Look, do I not have

The softest skin,

The most sultry voice,

The smoothest hair,

The brightest eyes.

Am I not the fairest

One of all? Listen to

Me, don't I utter

The most pleasant and

Witty things. Watch as my

Hair shines in the sun and

Dances in the warm wind.

Admire my glittering eyes,

Lined with thick, long lashes.

Observe how they allow me

To attain whatever I wish,

Be it material or physical.

Watch me walk, perfectly poised.

 

I see you and laugh, how can you

Be of the same species?

Look at you!

Unfit to wear those rags

Let alone clothes. Your

Eyes do not glitter as mine.

Your skin clings to your frame

In shame. The straw growing

From your skull amuses me.

As much as I dispise you and

You,me- I need you. I feed off of

Your insecurity and horrible taste

And you allow me to say and do as I wish.

You've created me. But how can I not

Be as I am? Look at me and then

Take a look at yourself.

You, along with the rest, are not

Fit for my presense, let alone

My companionship.

 

Praise Me:

The Queen of Arrogance,

The title has gotten me

Nowhere. My ways has gotten

Me even less. I have nothing.

When It was all gone,

I was left with nothing. But

Please, please don't go!

Praise me; I am a Queen

Treat me as such.

 

Those unworthy of entering

My kingdom now rule it.

Praise me: The Queen of Arrogance.

Look at my hair

Turning as the wind wills it.

Listen to my sweet voice.

Look into my large, sultry eyes.

Watch my walk,

Slumped and staggering.