Your sweet, gentle, kind gaze,
Has now turned to a murderous glare.

Your once so loving hands,
Have become my enemy.

Where did I go wrong?
What makes you think you can treat me like the dirt on your shoe?

Your soft, sweet voice,
Now feels like shards of glass hitting my body with no end.

Now that you have had your fun,
Am I still supposed to call you baby?

Fine.

Hey baby, Did you hurt anyone else today?
Did your fangirls bend to your every wish and command?

Sorry I don’t treat you like all of your royal subjects do.
Sorry if this harsh reality is damaging your ego.

You know what baby?
You should bow down to me.

I am the king here.
Bow down and beg for forgiveness.

I might accept it,
But I probably won’t.

You are a sick excuse of a human being,
I would call you an alien if it wasn’t such a compliment.

Baby, you should see me in a crown,
You would remble and cower at the sight.

So bow down to me,
Because I have the power.