All eyes on her, she
Feels the burning stares.
Whether or not a smile she wears,
They’ve crowned her Queen Bee.

But wearing a crown,
No one told her can get lonely.
She keeps on dreaming if only
Her throne would finally burn down.

Everyone keeps their distance,
Shying away, it must be her air.
Mysterious, inviting to stare,
Yet unattainable like crystals.

She is searching for her equal,
Someone not easily intimidated.
She cannot believe being so ill-fated:
„Stop admiring me in secret!“