Strangers lurking at the edge,
Hidden away in a corner, we wait.
Hoping the party may end,
This pointless gathering,
Drinks poured, hearts broken,
The perfect masquerade.

Are you happy now?
All of the stupid lies,
Empty thoughts,
Lowered eyes,
Some get drunk,
Some sit in the back,
Some don't even try to arrive...
Stay home, where fate picks them up,
Cradling them in its gentle arms.

- Jay M
March ??, 2019