New Voice

the life of the party

the room is so loud,
noises and voices fill this four-walled medium.
i am a flower on one of those walls,
not knowing what to do,
how to act,
who to talk to.
my voice comes out soft and childish, and my face goes pink.
my mind goes blank except for a lingering thought
what am i doing here?
i grab my grey coat and my black purse and head toward the door.
no one notices.