Smiles and laughter,

Banter in the air,

All while I sit here;

I am a ghost, a wallflower.

Not a single mouth speaks to me,

Not a single eye looks by,

I feel like I’m enclosed in a room,

Isolated inside.

Rotting in boredom,

Tuning in to talks,

My brain urging to join them,

Yet my body is a statue of anxiety.

Oh, to learn how to be like them,

To break from the confines,

_But how does a wallflower,_

_Grow away from the bricks?_