Parties

We sit around

Dressed in our own anxieties

And a little glimmer of shy.

Someone seems to have an extra

Layer of wit

And many others, layers of boredom

Two of them walk in,

Head to toe in confidence

And another two,

Covered in arrogance

One comes in style,

Chic and late and kind

And three others sit down,

Awkward as the paper plates

Ofcourse there is the wine

And many glasses of vodka

To make the uncomfortable enjoy

And the comfortable dance more

But what about those who have neither

They perhaps have their own worlds

Of confidence and style and fun,

Maybe just not the one here,

Where most seem to be dressed as

Not who they are but who they want

You to want them to be

And there are those who wear a jacket of

Silence, drinking many cups of judgement and inside jokes,

only to be interrupted by the ones who have eaten many plates of stupidity.

Oh well.

Then there is the one clothed in comfort, here for the cake and the coke.

And some hugs and music.

And there is the one who is already asleep.