Wallflower

I am there, but in the background

You see me, but my face fades,

Easily forgettable when you come around.

I speak and my words are shade,

There but gone sufficiently. 

I think, but the thoughts are unvoiced.

I exist, but just efficiently. 

Everyone else is vibrant, poised,

Colourful and full of personality.

I sit there, so disgustingly 

Monotonous and boring to fatality,

Dull and unchangingly

Unimportant, that’s a finality.

My views are plain, unfailingly.

My opinions? Hah, a mortality. 

I have no point here, unsurprising,

Whereas you and the others do

You are so spirited, 

Yet I sit there soulless and blue. 

Disgustingly limited.

Am I just a side character? What do

I contribute to the world, a glower?

Am I too…

A wallflower?