Party

I look around at all the fun

And pick my pleasures one by one

I follow them to the open door

And walk outside the box

For sure

I sit on the bench, steely grey

And who sits with me?

No-one,

That surely made my day?

I walk back in the box

And I tell you raving rocks my socks

But through the grinding and the noise

I am not one of the boys

I accept a drink

Again, who won't?

I accept I must think

But they tell me:

Don't

I am in the frame, look there's me

Covered in so many others, that you can't see

But anyway, who gives a damn

For the person that I really am

The music is beginning to get to my head

So's the alcohol, as I should say

My brain is alive, and my heart is dead

Though I cannot live any another way

For when I find space in my busy life

I realise I don't have one at all

And as we cut the cake with my knife

Into a corner of truth I crawl

Out of all the people I have met

None of them would have ever known

That I am not happy, just upset

And I am possibly

Very
Very

Alone