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Wallflower
Pretty little wallflower
Who sits all alone
No one seems to notice you
Or even care for that matter
You who sits by the punch-bowl table
Who quietly observes others as the walk by
Who listens to others as they converse
Not that you mean to listen
They just don%u2019t realize you%u2019re there
Sighing little wallflower
Who is starting to regret coming
Why are you even here?
Because your parents made you?
Because your friends convinced you?
Then ditched you as soon as you arrived?
Because you had nothing better to do?
Lonely little wallflower
Who wishes to have fun too
Well, why aren%u2019t you?
Because you%u2019re too shy
Because you%u2019re afraid what others will think
Because socializing is beneath you
Silly little wallflower
Who gathers up her courage
It%u2019s about time you stop being a wallflower
And start being that other flower
That you were truly meant to be
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Comments
BenGrauArt Says:
Very nice
I can relate lots with it.
Not being acknowledged sucks!
great piece.
fave!
Cyril Says:
Enjoyable to be sure. As far as poetry goes, I am not one to complain from the emotion presented here. The imagery is a tad lacking (I mean like really horrendously potent imagery) but you make up for it in how nicely put together it is and the repetition.
Also kudos on making it very identifiable. I too, am a wall flower.
Akiran Kaisheru Says:
APPLAUSE
