I was at a party the other night.
Hair flawless, make-up great, outfit just right.
Walked into the building, fashionable as could be.
Looked around, to and fro, to see who I could see,
Two familiar faces, two friendly smiles.
Another person I recognize, a nod this time, no smile.
I walk around a time or two.
Feeling very lonely because no one, I really knew.
Grabbed a treated, tasted it, a fanciful delight.
Taste another, perhaps I shouldn't, well, one more bite.
People stare, I know they know me.
They see me all the time. But they never talk to me.
Will they ever talk to me? Will they ever know?
Will they ever see me? I'm not even sho'.
I'm tired of being here, but it's too early to leave.
No one knows me so there's no reason to cleave.
If I walk out now, will they ever know?
If they don't see me, will they want to know?
If I fade away, will they really care?
If I never come again, will they just use a spare?
I guess I'll just go ahead and go.
Perhaps later, I will learn what they know.Labels: 2008, Anonymity, Emotions, Loneliness |
