I am but a wallflower. Sitting by the wayside, watching life happen. Daydreaming of the day I get to dance. As it sit here, I whither. I become bitter and cold. I hurt and lose reason. When is my turn? Where is my song? The sun stops shining on me. I become fragile. I break. I lose hope. I question my value. Maybe if I were more like this. Perhaps if I were less like that. My eyes glaze over. I forget how to laugh. How to love. To be loved. I welcome the numb. I sit on a shelf. And wait. Wait... Wait..... WAIT! Life will NOT pass me…