The Wallflower's Complaint (Poetry)

It’s not my ideal party situation
there’s so much smoke — the music’s way too loud
there’s no one here involved in conversation
I don’t fit in with this mad zombie crowd

Why did I come? Who sent the invitation?
I look around — no friendly face in sight
I missed the start — I crave an explanation
I’m stuck here in the corner for the night

Too sane and sober in my observations
I watch the couples stumbling about
they’ve lost themselves and any reservations —
they have no need of modesty or doubt

I’ve never felt so strangely isolated
Never felt so foreign nor so sad
the current scene looks cheap and over-rated
a travesty — at best a passing fad ...

I’d leave if I could jump the bodies piling
I’d break the party’s first unspoken law
but escape it not an option — no one’s smiling
for this is Hell — some joker’s locked the door