Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Wallflower

An anti socialite I be

At any party I attend.

Hit a brick wall always is me.

Into the wall I want to blend.

Whatever party I am at

I mingle a very short while,

Awkwardly trying to chit chat,

Forcing my lips into a smile.

But first opportunity, I

Beat a hasty retreat to find

Some solitude, I'm not sure why,

But always messing with my mind.

Wallflower bloom in my headset,

Alone puffing my cigarette.