Wallflower

By: Margaret Koulen

The wallflower sits and listens,

in the back of the classroom,

remembering each word spoken.



She never smiles,

never laughs,

has never shown emotion.



The few who know her,

know her mind is full of ideas.

But her thoughts are too embroidered with feeling

to ever think of showing them.



Then there are the talkers,

the populars,

the know-it-alls,



overshadowing the girl in the corner.

Who is not yet known.