I am the one at the edge of the playground, the wallflower, the silent observer.
I am the one with the quiet smile and little sigh,
I am the one who stands aside, contented, rested, but gradually regretting.
I am the one who passively thinks, whiles away uselessly, counting the stars or dreaming of eternity.

I am the precocious one, the child that learned and learned like a sponge - but nothing ever came of it.
I am patience, but patience that nothing ever comes of, for my efforts are wasted.
I now languish in feigned contentment, having missed my chance to talk, to laugh or seek your mind.

I wish...

I wish I had broken open my visage; to have partaken, rather than watched.
I will wish this forever...