Wallflower.

I don't mind just standing here in a crowded room with a drink in my hand, Watching all the people talking with laughter, Sometimes they even step on my shoe and I say sorry. I listen to their stories, and nod in agreement. It can be fun to be a wall flower, Observing and watching, Just don't forget to water me. But I guess all flowers wither away, That's why you don't bother. I guess its not that bad to be a Wall flower, Biding my time. Drinking my wine. They sometimes pick my petals just for fun, I don't mind at least they got their amusement, It makes me feel useful. I got this smile on my face, or is it just a mask?