Omnipotent through this window.
Limited, yet I witness all.
Stereotypes are broken, mocked,
And reinforced through this window.
With the window, I may
Frame their lives, mold them
Into childish figurines that
Fulfill my every whim,
If only for a moment. My
Horrendous power is made greater,
More honed through this window.
It balloons, first my legs, then
My head, and finally my heart.
I pry at their dysfunction, their
Idiocy, their immaturity while
The day-star reinforces
My hysteria, bathing me in
Well-deserved glory. I am
Constructing their futures when
My vanity undercuts my banquet
Of superiority, sending me down
Into the deepest insecurities of my
Young life. Crawling up my form
Until my face is engulfed
In the flame of embarrassment.
Their eyes. They will not give
Up until their damage is done,
Until they have pried me
Apart and built my future
With their deceitful paws.
Ashamed, I crawl away
With the hope of redemption.