You've been left right where you belong: at my feet. I can feel your eyes on me, desperate for attention, but guess what? You'll get none. My feet are your world, and you're nothing more than the ground I step on. How does it feel to be so close to me, yet completely ignored? Stay there, silently worshiping my bare soles while I remain careless and cold, completely ignoring you. Offering you nothing but a few words of contempt and superior glances