Waves of people keep coming in, ready to converge with each other,
Topics on their mind ready to spill out and secrets to uncover,
I am here, am I ready to mingle?
Or am I just there to giggle?
I just sit on my cracked chair, wondering if I can start to move,
To be part of their groove.
I stand up, getting closer,
My confidence is all over me.
They look up, like I got something on my face,
And I feel that I am invading their place.
Slowly, I back out,
Taking a different route.
I am so close to be apart of the grain,
In the end, I am just a dirt to drain.
I can’t pleased them with my appearance,
I am an interference.
Pleasing everyone is difficult,
When you’re an adult.
But I wish I can erase this mistake,
I want myself to break.
But I can’t be broken,
I am being blown.
I am a dirt on the glass,
Like a silent student in my class.
After the end of the day,
I cannot stay,
I keep going,
I can return to my being quiet myself,
Never to bother them.
Grains of sand can be washed away,
But a dust keeps building up.
And it will stay itself,
Until someone accepts its gray,
And takes it far away.
Never to be seen
Note: Last two verses are just free verses. I just want to express what I feel and I can’t control the rhymes and the syllables. I’m still trying to learn, I hope I can.