Sometimes

Sometimes, when I’m at a party

It feels like the whole room

Has an inside joke that I don’t know
So I spend my time talking to people

One by one

Trying to see that they are people like me

Sometimes,

I do okay.

Sometimes,

It doesn’t go so well.
Either way, at the end of the night

I always crawl into bed

Convinced

That I was never ‘good’ at parties.

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