Vultures and regret.

Oh, look forward, towards that glimmering spotlight.
Only one can stand in it at a time.
They fight, scream and curse, beg and bribe.
All internally.
Emotionless they climb above, unfeeling for the ones "below"
And the power flows, as soon as those eyes are upon you.
Surrounded by people, but not a single friend for miles.
Sharks, leeches, and vultures, all masters of pretention.
This is your legacy now.
They follow you looking for scraps, which you so unintentionally benevolently delivered.
The amount of determination to remain above this rotting pile of filth and lust for a chance of being noticed!
How draining it must be...
Not to long until you fall, and they walk around, over, and away from you, intent on keeping their egotistic stomachs full.
How high did you fly? Was the fall worth it?
I doubt so.
Have fun being king of that throne now.
As you look around, not a single person looks at you. You are nothing to them anymore.