There are no perks to being a wallflower, it feels almost equivalent to being a fly on a wall. The wallflower connotation is only to make it feel aesthetic and pleasurable to the eye.
It gazes through the party of people, so desperately wanting to be a part of it. Watching everyone laugh and enjoy themselves, while it hung on the wall like a mute spectator, waiting to be discovered. Yes, waiting to be discovered, because it does not even feel like the main character of its own life, it just clings onto anyone that gives them the least amount of attention.
Fasted on the wall waiting to become a muse rather than select a muse, your eyes droop at the inattentiveness and the constant chattering of people engrossed in their own heads. Gradually the shallowness creeps in on you and you slowly recede into your own shell like a turtle not wanting to feel threatened and escaping from its own fear.
You continue to hang there, collecting dust, waiting to be discovered.
No comments:
Post a Comment