No One

A wallflower,

a whisper in the breeze,

a silent presence.

I am eyes and ears,

but no mouth.

I am no one.

I am jostled in hallways,

stepped on and mown over.

I am an anonymous face.

When my name is called out

I hear others say

"Who is that?"

It does not bother me.

What you, the teacher, don't understand

is that I do have friends.

They just are not in this class.

I can only just tolerate

the nuisances I am forced to work with.

I see your pitying look

when I am left without a partner.

I could care less about

how I appear in this social situation.

Please,

leave me to my own thoughts.

I do not want to be called on.

I am not shy, I just have nothing to say.

Forcing my participation

will not make me any more socially accepted.

You can't seem to grasp

that I am content with my state of being.

I listen, but do not comment.

I work diligently in the silence.

I watch as the life around me continues on.

I have enough of my own problems to worry about.

I am no one and that it what I prefer.