The Wallflowers – Poem

I see around me numerous walking wallflowers

Each tending to the world in a way

Which none of us understands

Amidst the reverberating glory of our lively hours. 

I see them grappling them to be ‘them’

And challenge what that tries hard

To change them.

I find them talking to their self

In their sobs and anger and abrupt fits

Trying to hide their anxiety

And trying even harder to not become a ‘misfit.’

I piercingly look through them

When they make hopeless efforts 

To wear unnecessary labels

And flaunt them proudly, as if someone cares.

I see around me numerous wallflowers

Feigning to be mean and cold

Showing off their bitch faces

Letting the world declare them ‘rude’

In the face of their pretended ‘indifference’.

I walk along with the wallflowers

Shrugging their shoulders and looking at their feet

Scratching their heads and flashing a smile so sweet

Running and dancing to the fine tunes

Which resonate with them as their hearts beat.

I listen to the wallflowers 

Making an attempt to follow the creed

And trying to escape the honor of being a lead

Because they are afraid to see

Themselves being freed.

And then I do stumble upon the wallflowers

Vying and getting away with their fears

Fighting for themselves like a warrior,

Standing up to what they believe 

Wearing their tiny, fragile hearts on the sleeve

Because they want to wipe out the gloom

Because all these wallflowers want is to Bloom!

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