A Wilting Flower

Crammed into a corner
Pressed against the wall
I feel invisible
Am I even here at all

Is there a book of rules
Everyone has but me
Telling you how to be
How to fit in
How to feel pretty

Slowly I feel my petals wilting
I'm a flower deprived of sun
Wanting someone or something
To make me feel like I belong

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