The wallflower

Drained
energy levels are sinking
Previously yarning to come
With ideas of the night racing round and round


Stranded
While people converse and dance
I remain glued to the wall in the corner
saying I'm good for the sake of others
Or for my preservation


How does one strike balance
No longer enjoying yourself
Because as you replays the night…
Only short words and broken smiles
Small talk and handshakes.


Visualising
the numerous outcomes was I to break free the chains of inward isolation
Picture what true desire burst to the surface
But if there is no need to act upon such emotion
Then is it more a fleeting thought
like walking past someone,
their face turned blurry as they can’t be separated from the pool of forgotten masses


Interactions are currency
Every conversation a coin snatched from the hand
Till I’m left spent leading me to pull away
And so I remain glued to the wall in the corner
Saying I’m good for the sake of other
My mask bolted shut.
Wilting in the darkness.