I Prefer To Be Alone Rather Than
Hanging Around With Secret Haters
Who Are Pretending To Be My Friends.

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Dear Charlie,

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A scar on wall
A Withering wallflower
In one corner of a room
Burden to this world

A wave of love, comes &
Embellishes it's beauty.

A withering flower
Blooms again
Not a burden, Beauty of world
Not a scar on wall
But a star on land.

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Sometimes being a 'Wallflower' is enough cause it's only 'You',the understandings of happenings around you,that are mainly deepressing(in2019) but wait dear,these 'Wallflowers' might even change the World !

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She's
a wallflower.
Some see
the wall.
I see
the flower
in her.

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I'm a wallflower--
The kind, of girl, who can mingle
With everyone; yet, will choose
To stay, outside the circle;
Not within the opalescent spotlight.

I'm a wallflower--
The type, of lass, who isn't really shy;
Yet, who, consciously, doesn't want
Being in the crowd--preferring
The security of ramparts and shadows.

I'm a wallflower--
Someone, who'd rather be by herself;
Than hunger, for the attention, of anyone--
Give me some and I'll smile.
Give me too much and I'll drown.

I'm a wallflower--
I like forging my own, pariah pathway;
Rather than, blindly, trailing the given one.
I'm an eldritch to most--snug in my own skin;
Drawn, also, to the Delphic crevasses.

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The Wallflower

A Coward to the outspoken
Annoying to the hyperactive
A creep to the extrovert
Let me tell you a secret before you wry
I'm a normal human something you'll probably deny
But unlike you
I say words very few
After framing a sentence for the hundredth time
I'm still confused if I'm doing it right
And when I do what I do
You say " oh she speaks too"
Oh yes I do
And for this sin , You have already been killed in my head
And there goes my courage lying dead.
I'm a tiny wallflower
Among these huge sunflowers
Too shy to look at the sun and smile
My confidence is a little fragile
But one day I'll get my words right
You'll see me shine a little more bright
I'll rise very high
For considering me weak, you'll sigh.

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Finding comfort in words and dreams
Impervious to faces, voices, noises
Am I estranged from the world?
Or am I lost to my own mind?

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a girl
whose heartstrings
are blurred
but beamish
vibes are
twitterpated
but quiet
still
she was called
a wallflower
Damsel

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And I never knew
Fear of the unknown
Lurked around less
Often when I was
A wallflower.
In the claustrophobic vase,
It fills me up evermore
To the core.

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