Hidden beauty

Wallflower

Shrinking in a corner
pressed into the wall
do they know I'm present

am I here at all?

Is there a written rule book

that tells you how to be

all the right thinks to talk about

that everyone has but me?

 

Slowly I am withering
a flower deprived of sun

longing to belong to

somewhere or someone.

 

 

by Lang Leav