Wallflower

Little wallflower at the back of the roomSitting pretty, waiting to bloomWatching the others in their gaietyDreaming of tiny steps to spontaneity
If you have something to say, say itBut even when you do, you delay itSitting in the back all aloneWhere have you hidden your backbone?
You wait it out until that perfect silenceThe challenge, the defianceOf delivering the right answerWhen everyone else just stands there
But it seems it will never comeYou'd rather they think you were dumbInstead of watching the heads turn
And feeling your throat burn
And it has to be something meaningfulSomething wise, beneficialBecause this is the leaf upturnedThis is the incense finally burned
You must be wise and reveal a profound truthOr the silent one will be seen as the dumb muteBut not too weird and different eitherOr you might as well be having a seizure
As you speak there is such an unjust silenceAnd as you finish an applause and laughter like raw violence
For despite your careful wordingThey will never pay attention to anything but asserting 
Asserting, asserting is goldAsserting yourself and being boldBeing confident, being nudeBeing exposed, being rude
Even if you proved the professor wrongEven if in three seconds you wrote a songEven if you recited a hundred digits of PiAll they care about is that you are speaking and that you were once shy
And thatmy friends
is a spectacle
 
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