No One
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A wallflower,
a whisper in the breeze,
a silent presence.
I am eyes and ears,
but no mouth.
I am no one.
I am jostled in hallways,
stepped on and mown over.
I am an anonymous face.
When my name is called out
I hear others say
"Who is that?"
It does not bother me.
What you, the teacher, don't understand
is that I do have friends.
They just are not in this class.
I can only just tolerate
the nuisances I am forced to work with.
I see your pitying look
when I am left without a partner.
I could care less about
how I appear in this social situation.
Please,
leave me to my own thoughts.
I do not want to be called on.
I am not shy, I just have nothing to say.
Forcing my participation
will not make me any more socially accepted.
You can't seem to grasp
that I am content with my state of being.
I listen, but do not comment.
I work diligently in the silence.
I watch as the life around me continues on.
I have enough of my own problems to worry about.
I am no one and that it what I prefer.