And what does he think he is?

It's Monday again, another day in my head. Whether I'm blonde, brunette, or redhead, who cares? Whether I dress sporty, elegant, or casual; but apparently, everyone is interested. I don't care what they are, or aren't, or even what they think they are.

But here I am, at my workplace, witnessing and living through every injustice, and the worst part is that I can't do anything. And the boss, what does he think he is? Just because he has power in a company, does he think he has power over the entire world? He should leave that to superheroes; this is real life. Although sometimes it feels like a fiction story: some against others, but in silence, no one says anything, the music is already dust in my ears, and their screams...

Enduring all this for a measly minimum wage! Let Batman and Robin and even Superman come; but he thinks he's kryptonite against all of them, and not even Flash can do anything because he controls their minds and weakens them slowly, and what does he think he is? Brain of X-Man? He tries to control us all, attempting to be everywhere, hearing everything, seeing everything as if he were Scarlet Witch, when in reality he resembles Catwoman more because he hops around and meows everywhere.

I am Wonder Woman because I am so strong and bold that I can endure this and all the others at work, who only to keep their jobs idolize him as if he were a king and they the jesters. They should appreciate themselves because what they are achieving is to create a Lucifer in this place.

But no, he is just a human being like us, and as such, his time will come very soon, and he will leave through the back door, and no one will say anything, for another more powerful will finish him off. Now we just have to wait for it not to be another idiot like him.