All these people around me, blind, unable to see the greatness that stands right in front of them. They prefer to admire mediocrity, to give their attention and respect to those who possess nothing truly remarkable. But I, with all my intelligence, my superiority, my genuine worth, I am ignored, rejected. They refuse to recognize my magnificence, out of pure ignorance or perhaps jealousy, it doesn’t matter. Their contempt is an insult, an injustice that is unbearable to me. One day, they will all regret not having seen what they had in front of them. One day, my greatness will impose itself on them, whether they like it or not.
