shrinking in a corner‚
pressed into the wall‚
do they known I'm present‚
am I here at all‚
is there a written rule book-
that tells you how to be-
all the right things you talk about‚
that everyone has that me?
slowly I am whithering-
a flower deprived of sun;
longing to belong to,
somewhere or someone.
A/N: new poem everyone, enjoy!!
