Love and misadventure
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 body
That tells you how to be-
All the right things to talk about-
That everyone has but me
Slowly I am withering
A flower deprived of sun
Longing to belong to
Somewhere or someone.
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