crossing bridges // poetry

poem 6.4

I try to be social,
I really try.
But it's so hard when you don't have any energy.
You're drained,
And when you do try to be social
Things never go your way.
You're stuck in a corner — like in one of those cliché movies,
But instead of a movie
It's your life.
People are crowding around you —
There's too many of them.
Some of them you don't even like.
You start to see who your true friends are
And then you see who you thought were your true friends.
It gets to be too much,
But you can't leave because you don't want to seem like a loser
Leaving a party super early.
So you just endure it,
Even if you don't like it.
You don't want to upset other people,
Even though they wouldn't even notice if you were gone.
It's like you're invisible —
At least you wish you were.
And if you could be,
Then you could leave this party
And no one would notice.
No one would care.