Out of place

There’s bustling, jarring chords,

I’m in the middle but feel no warmth.

See the sights, hear the sounds, all I see in my direction are frowns.

Friendly faces, happy chatter, still and silent in all places.

Fake smiles, hiding darkness,

While stomach bile rises.

A party is not the place for me.

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