Hiding in the background.

Behind everything and everybody.

I’m missing something in me.

I wait at the end of the mat thinking those thoughts.

Thinking as hard as my brain would let me.

When I’m starting to run...

What is life?

Is it the short time between birth and death?

Is it a chance to do something?

If it is, then what?

Do we pursue happiness?

Do we try to help others?

Or are we all here to fulfill a purpose?

The wallflower sits and listens,

in the back of the classroom,

remembering each word spoken.

She never smiles,

never laughs,

has never shown emotion.

I am a perfectionist. Even a simple task will take me a long time to complete. I often overdo things and when something is not faultless, I will hate it. I never turn in a project that isn’t exactly the way I want it.