The Wilted Wallflower
A Poem About How High School Made Me Feel
To the wilted wallflower the sun never shines
She is so used to the clouds that she can’t let her guard down
Her kind is not welcome here
Even when the light rains, she can’t block out the pain
So lovely and lonely that she just can’t conform
The others soak up the rays, but she can’t turn her face
She simply can’t absorb the warmth
A beauty once sacred now goes forgotten
Once so sweet, the fruits of her labor have rotte
Her back against the wall, yet she tries to stand tall
Unable to pass as one of the rest
Never more than second best
Her petals droop as she falls to the ground
Quietly dying without a sound
No one knows her struggle, they don’t see her tears
Crying as she lives out her worst fears
The sadness reeks, a smell bittersweet
Alone and forgotten with no one to see
The bouquet of disappointment, and she is the centerpiece
For who would pick the wilted wallflower?
About the Creator
Georgia Bence
I'm a college student with two dogs,a corn snake, a crested gecko, and a gargoyle gecko. I love nature, kayaking, writing poetry and spending time with the people and animals I love.
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