Here I am, the
King of the Savannah,
The mightiest of the mighty,
...why do I feel so small?

Creatures cower at my
Magnificent and loud roar,
...why does it sound like
A kitten mewing to me?

My mane is voluminous and
Shines like silk in the afternoon sun,
...why do I feel like I'm balding?

My teeth gleam like
Porcelain when I flash
Someone a dazzling smile.
...why do they feel rotten?

Who am I really, what
They see, or what I feel?