I take pleasure in watching people cower from me
I am wicked.

I take pleasure in watching people suffer
I am wicked.

I take pleasure in the fear of others
I am wicked.

I take pleasure in the way that others look at me, fear and respect
I am wicked.

But as much as I take pleasure in all of that
I take more pleasure:
In giving a smile instead of a scowl
In being nice instead of callous
In being soft and nice rather than cold and mean.

Am I still wicked?