All I see
are the mirrors
bouncing back what
I imagine is
the sun all
of them denying
the light like
some startled starlet
surprised by attention
and I the
one picked over
standing here ten
deep in the
crowd wishing that
she was me
All I see
are the mirrors
bouncing back what
I imagine is
the sun all
of them denying
the light like
some startled starlet
surprised by attention
and I the
one picked over
standing here ten
deep in the
crowd wishing that
she was me