Wallflower

The solitary one in the midst of the commotion
The silence in surrounded by a world of speech
The unseen actions in the background that go unnoticed
The person who is out of reach
The stranger in the midst of the fellowship
The outcast bearing marks we may or may not see
The one who pulls themselves away
Hiding behind screens that block out searching eyes
The people that become the background
The wallflowers that we never see
More than the fear of death itself
The fear that meaningless we might be

Neil White, 2013

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