The Only Wallflower
Once you've faded into the walls,
Nothing ever changes.
Stepped over, crossed over, and forgotten are repetitive to me.
Instead of letting go and be the person I am,
I'm still the wallflower that I'm "meant" to be.
How envious I am,
Of those with the confidence to say what they mean right on the spot.
But yet, I'm still the wallflower that I'm "meant" to be.
What has been borne into those that isn't within me?
Is courage born into someone?
I'll forever be in the shadows,
Unhappy, dissatisfied forever,
But yet still, I'm the wallflower.