Wallflower

Shrinking n a corner
pressed into the wall
do they know I'm present,
am I here at all?

Is there a written rule book,
that tell you how to be -
all the right thing to talk about -
that everyone has but me?

Slowly I am withering -
a flower deprived of sun;
longing to belong to -
somewhere or someone.

~L.Leav