Wallflower

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 things is right to talk about, 

that everyone has but me?

Slowly I am withering, 

a flower deprived of sun,

longing to belong to,

somewhere or someone. 

Author's Note

I hope y'all like my future works. :)

Reviews

[La Belle Rouge]

Such a sad situation to be in. We must find our worth within ourselves and not in others attention or thoughts. Well penned, Marie.

[Beren]

Ah, I can see some words born of pain behind this poem. So good. I really liked the way you described the loneliness in a crowd and the questioning that comes with it. Perfect! Can't wait to read more.
And I'm sure if you're just you, the people who belong to you will accept you more.
WELCOME HERE!

[Marie B]

THANK YOU! i really appreciate it :) and yes there's a lot of feelings that am trying to reflect in words

[Marie B]

this is for all those out there who feel that they cant be their selves