I am an introvert.

A wallflower.

A ghost.

People pass me by and never know how much I have to offer.

No, I'm not flamboyant.

Not a go-getter.

Not wild.

But I am bursting with life, ideas, and imaginings.

I am not a pretender.

Not cheap.

Not fake.

I'll go down with you in gunfire and blazes.

I listen well.

Feel much.

Love hard.

So, don't overlook me because I'm quiet; I'll not likely be the one to come to you.

I second-guess myself.

My actions.

My words.

But just pluck this flower from her wall, and you'll find I'm not so shy after all.