Wallflower
I’m sitting here, being ignored
Perhaps that’s why I look so bored
I should to say something, but I know I won’t
When everyone else wants to talk, I certainly don’t
An introvert, that’s what they call me
And I guess that’s what I’ll always be
You all comment that I am so bizarre
Yes, I can hear you and I know who you are
You may believe just because I don’t have much to say
That it is okay to treat me this way
At times I may seem mindless or even slow
But I am much smarter than you’ll ever know