Crowed room.

I'm at a party that i am not comfortable at, with people speaking a language that i am not party too.

Keeping busy, laughing, and out of people's way, I'll slowly disappear into the crowd of unknown faces.

Kindness is a well known face, but i don't feel it where i walk.

Helping out, drinking to numb the pain. But why, why won't it go away.

I hide away, trying to feel again.

I distance myself to help myself.

But who does it really help, when I've locked myself away.

I watch him dance around, so sure of himself, yet so young in mind.

Always a beacon of life, when I'm at my worst.

Isolating myself, because u know how this will play out.

Never in my favor. But i try, this isn't my day.

I got my own time to feel lost, alone and disappointed in myself.

Any other day, another time, will be my driver's seat.

Even after so many years, I've got no confidence, no control and very little self worth.