What is Wrong With Me

There go people, so in love.
Then I see me

What is wrong with me
am I not pretty enough to be seen
am I not the skinniest person here

Why can't you look past that
I'm better than those girls

Twirling their hair, laughing with and at you

What can I do?
What's wrong with me
Doesn't my intelligance count
Doesn't my love for you matter

I guess not because if it did, you'd be by side, day and night

One day, I hope, you will find that all those girls were nothing but air, and you'd wish you would have been there

~Does it make sense?~