Wall flower

Often I find myself
standing somewhere at the back of a room
and watching you.
Just the way you move.

So I lay myself bare to you,
a blank canvas,
a landscape of emotion
just waiting to be painted

Because you just have this way,
of making me feel so small
and building me up.
But you just don’t see me
as you pass on by.

So I'll stand here and wait
and hope you don’t see my tears.