I am what I am

I'm not some fancy poet

Who scrawls their feelings on a page

I'm not some fantastic actress

The world is not my stage

I hide beneath the scenery

And stand behind the trees

I'm just cheap furniture

That was for free

The long lily within the small red roses

The bronze piece amongst the rare golds

I'm a good and kind person

I will always be there

To listen to the secrets that you want to share

I don't know what music is in

And what fashion is out

I've never had a boyfriend to brag and boast about

There is not a pair of lips which can say have touched my own

There isn't even one boy's number on my phone

So I lay in the scenery

Behind the shining stars

And hope one day

I'll stand where they are