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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