sunflower seed salad

I am thinner than I thought:

Though my scale says I'm not,

I can see the sour fruit I've caught.

In the spring, the flowers call

Like I could be King of them all,

Burning in the sun before the fall.

My saviour could be myself:

I know people like me don't get help,

Instead I'm a plant put on a shelf.

And I could be a stranger now:

Golden skin unrecognizable in a crowd,

But not all nobodies will drop down.