wallflower

Shrinking in a corner,

Pressed into the wall;

Do they know I'm present, 

Am I here at all?

Is there a written rule book,

That tells you how to be-

All the right things to talk about - -

That everyone has but me?

Slowly I am withering - -

A flower deprived of sun ;

Longing to belong to--

Somewhere or someone.