wallflower

Scribbled words on the wall
Sad graffiti
My life story
Looked at
Analyzed
Judged
They wander away
To the next wall
And to the next
¤
Nothing special
They say
Run of the mill
Dream factory
They brood
¤
I'm entertainment
In passing
Then dropped
Like a child's game
Plucked flowers
Cracked dry to unspecialness
These words
Droop with the same old
Same old