Monday, March 31, 2008

Wallflower

A wall,
A person,
Seem to be one.

The person unseen,
Only the wall behind them,
Seems to exist.

Passed by,
They fade away,
Becoming one with the brick.

Tears go unseen,
Cries go unheard,
Feelings go unaffected.

Doubt on one's existence,
If they are worth anything,
Begin to surface.

Who are they?
Just a Wallflower,
With a voice unheard.

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