You are the powerful senate,
And I am just another maid.
Waiting at your door?
Oh excuse me?!
Not anymore!
I'm just too different!
Too thoughtful, humble, Insecure, passionate, confusingly mysterious,
Mostly delirious, way too serious and most oblivious,
To the fact that I don't stand a chance.
You are the boy with looks and charms.
I'm the poor girl who wants to be in your arms.
The girl with acne and scars.
Totally ignoring the alarms going of in my head while
They scream the unsaid.
You walk by me once again, in all your glory, light and riches.
You don't have the time to babysit my mind.
You're just not that kind!
And though you've only said a few words to me,
They became some of the best words in the world to me.
The look in your eyes.
The want and the manipulative desire?
God knows it created a raging fire!
And though I want you so, you have no time to care,
Because there are other girls out there,
Waiting to kiss your feet.
I stand there incompletely.
Not wanted, Not accepted. Not needed.
Not Enough.
Because you are the powerful senate
And i'm just one of the many girls in your city,
Not waiting at your door, but lurking in the shadows,
Watching you, Wanting you.
Because I am different. I didn't bow to the common standard.
I said no. And because of that (not being "common")
I am not enough?
