Wallflower
They laugh, they smile, they share their words,
A crowd of friendly faces, yet there’s uncertainty.
What do I say? How do I act? What do I share?
I really do not know or fear how to be just me.
I stand, I stutter, I fear every word I may say
Knowing I am completely different from each one.
Yet, they seem like a whole, connected in a way
So tightly, that my thoughts are to just run.
Friends? Friends? Can one truly define that?
I have no understanding of the concept, or just fear.
I know what I want, need or maybe just dream of,
But, yet think about leaving when people are near.
Why is it difficult when others make it seem easy?
It can’t be that hard, they’re not that different at all.
I don’t know how to start or have high expectations
Or is it that I truly find comfort on this wall?
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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