Wallflowers
(based on the book by Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of being a Wallflower)
You may not have noticed us. We are the ones with the words on our tongues that always seem to fit. They fit even more than us, but that's not saying too much.
You may not have noticed us. We are the ones who are below average, below standard. We could not care less because we were born to be below average. We were born to be what we became and you may not like it but we happen to.
You may not have noticed us. We are the ones with the Rocky Horror Picture Show and the mixed tapes we play on those rides through the tunnel. We are infinite because of the black and white freeze frames that turn out multicolored in the end.
You may not have noticed us. We agree, it is hard to look past the posters and the music notes and the letters you surround yourself with and look at the people who are perfectly content with who they are. Nothing at all could stop us from blending yet contrasting with the wall that seems to change every day and all the people who change with it.
You may not have noticed us. We are the ones who read the books we don't need to yet don't stop because someone out there decided that their opinion mattered. Even if Father Tracy died and the girl down the street wears too much make-up and we give ourselves our own A's, that one opinion in the millions of others will never matter to us.
You may not have noticed us. We are the ones who look up at the stars that are not even there anymore. We might go bad again or we might keep typing or we might just do both.
You may not have noticed us, but we, not for the first time, noticed you and wrote your story on a piece of paper and hung it on the bathroom wall. We are the ones who sign 'Love always' and climb up the hill because it knows our story. The story of the graduates, the infinites, the wallflowers.
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