You scratch and growl

With claws and teeth of steel

Chest out, proud

Smirking like the insolent beast you are

 

You push, you stomp, you pounce

Asserting dominance wherever you can

Others fawn and kiss your ass

I will not partake

 

Although I quiver and squeak and cower

My voice screams louder than yours ever will

Although your following is large

They are meek

 

While my crowd may be small

Two or three at best

The strength I receive is more

than your assortment can give you

 

They shout, yell, screech, and whoop

For not only the little, but the big

Yours might do the same

But unlike mine, it isn’t out of joy

 

The fear you have instilled is not one to be pleased of

When you raise your voice, they recoil

Whether it be anger or joy

For they never know which one

 

You never get pushed to become better

Because you believe you are perfection

And damn anyone who tries to tell you different

For everyone else is wrong, whilst you must be right

 

My people don’t expect perfection

But they do know when I can do better

While you are applauded for treating the nerd rudely

I am applauded for helping him out

 

For it is not the confidence

We need to worry about with you

It’s the character you seemed to misplace

Though still blossoming beneath the cold cage you have placed it in

 

You tend to see the bad

in those who don’t agree with your ways

But even with the cocky façade

I still see the good within you

 

And one day, I hope you can see it too