Deb-O-Rah

A crowded room, I just dance, finding solice beneath the mask. 
Friends they chatter laugh and squee, every one enjoying humanity. 
Pulse is racing, words they vanish I can't stand this. 
I wish I could join the crowd and interject some interlect. 
Instead the panic steals the magic and now its to late, oh woe is my fate. 
Stuck inside my own head, is it time yet for my bed? 
Slip away quietly drinking my sobriety, hoping that next time my courage will win and I can finally play my part, instead of dancing in the dark.