Are so damn mean
They never listen just sit and scheme
I try to express what’s in my heart
Sarcastic glares with eyes unseen
When night comes and I’m fast asleep
They sneek in and peer inside my dreams
Awakened by their sinister stares
I scream…!
“What are you doing in my dreams?”
They run with grins back on their walls
Oh I tell you true their day will come I’ll
Wash them clean right off the halls
Wallflowers are so damn mean
or so it seems…

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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]

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