Wallflower
Shrinking in a corner,
Pressed into the wall;
Do they know I'm present,
An I here at all?
Is there a written rule book,
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,
Somewhere or someone.
-Lang Leav
(This poem is not mine)
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Life in a few words
Poetry"You can't summarise life with just a few words." "Watch me." Just a little poem book Started: May 2020
