Wall Flower

They see my books

They see I’m smart.

They see what I do and how I look.

But they don’t see me.

They see me laugh.

They see me cry.

They’ll see my life as it flows by.

But they don’t see me.

They see me smile as others have a ball,

While I stand in the corner,

The one glued to the wall.

But they don’t see me.

The person that could have been

Slowly fades away,

There’s less and less of them

Every day.

Very few see how caring they are,

That their dreamy quietness,

Could carry them far.

Maybe they’ll be great,

You never can know.

It usually takes the rarest of flowers

The longest to grow.

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A/N- This poem is about that one kid everyone ignores. You know the one. The kid that you look at and say.. “they look familiar but can’t place the name…” That one. Just something I wrote on the fly.