-Sunflower-

Are you the friend that never gets heard when there's a group conversation? 

Are you the friend that when there's not enough room in the hall or on the sidewalk you go behind everyone? 

When I step out the door, I feel the crisp breeze brushing against my face

I see the leaf's falling from the trees

Watching them turn green, yellow, orange, and red

That's when I know its Autumn

We all live different lives

We all feel different feelings

"What's wrong with being different?"

That is the question I ask myself every day

Yet I still don't know the answer