Wallflower

I know you don’t think much of me,
But I think much of you.
I’ve often been alone, you see;
Yet I’ve a friend in you.

I don’t know how it came to be:
I never liked you much at all.
Yet you always came running,
Every time I’d fall.

You said it was to laugh at me;
And yet, you’d help me up
While everybody else would see
Just to laugh into their cup.

You may not think much of me
But I think much of you;
To you, I may be nothing…
But you’re a hero in my view.

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