“He's a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.” 
― Stephen Chbosky

I don't have monsters under my bed,

But I know that they are real.

They live in my head//

They come out at night,

tell me secrets that make me cry.

No one knows about them,

but if they asked I would tell them.

But no one asks,

as no one knows.

They don't notice me,

for I am what they call

a  w a l l f l o w e r