The plain mousy little thing

(Past)
No one likes her like that
Such a plain mousy little thing
Why choose her when there are others
More worthy, more beautiful, more alive?
In the marketplace of love,
Her friends are snapped up
But she is rotten fruit no one would buy.
She barricades herself in darkness
She will be alone forever
Yet sometimes hope flickers inside her….
Then her head tells her it’s all a lie.
She will be alone forever,
Until the day she dies
(Present)
Now that she has found it
All she can do is doubt
questioning and wondering if it is real
she can only wait until
he discovers the truth:
only a plain mousy little thing,
she is a rotten fruit.