I'm but
A simple
Wallflower
Growing against the shadows
Unseen
By my peers
They invite me to parties
But even when I show up
They don't care
Don't even notice my presence
I know
They invited me out of politeness
They don't actually care
If I show up or not
And I always do
But I don't know why
I'm a wallflower
Not a party-goer
"Why am I here?"
Is what I always ask myself
No one wants me here
I don't even want to be here
I stick to the walls
Just like a creeping vine
I only stay in the shadows
Out of the way
I pet the dog of the house
Maybe even read a book
That I brought along
I always leave before
Two hours pass
Wallflowers don't go to parties
They stay holed up at home
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
