I am the wallflower,
at the dance of the beautiful people.
Never fitting in,
because I am not one of them.
Trying to join those on the floor,
but being pushed off until I blend in.
Should I change to join them?
I am the moon,
glistening during the day.
Not meant to be seen,
because it isn't dark enough.
Trying to show my own beauty,
but being laughed at for not knowing my place.
Could I just ignore them?
I am myself,
among everyone else.
No way to shine through,
because I am unremarkable.
Trying to prove myself,
but never getting my chance.
Would they let me show them?
I am alone,
without anyone who cares.
No one wants me,
because I am not:
One of the beautiful people.
Meant to be seen.
Remarkable enough.
I am just me
and I am no one.