Her Poem by Nicole Gehrman

When she walks by,
you all stare after her.
Eyes filled with respect,
But not me.
When she drops something
you all rush to pick it up.
Willing to do anything for her,
But not me.
When she looks at you,
you all get weak in the knees.
Awed that you were chosen.
But never me.
She put a spell on everybody,
But not me.
To make her look flawless.
you all think shes perfect,
But not me.
I can see throught your Godess body
to what you really are.
A monster.
That bends everybodies will
to accomidate yours.