They push and press
tightly pressed against
almost every inch
of my flesh,
while the lights and music
are pulsing.

I try to breath
but my body is tense.
I do not like
all this erratic movement.

They all look nice.
They are all the party type,
pretty girls, and pretty boys to.
They like to play
and move to the loud music grove;

But they are too close.
They bump and sway,
as I try to move away.

I can barely breath
and all I see is insanity.
They call this a party
as they move with the DJ.

There is something in me,
a very primal fear.
My urge is to scream,
move, and get out of here.

I feel exposed,
I hope my friends know
I tried to go
to this party to have a good time
and be social
but every bit of my being
is screaming for me to leave.

I am pretty sure I am panicking.
This whole crowd isn’t natural,
it feels so predatory.

So, I slip out
and texts my friends
as I end up leaving them.
Once again,
I am the boring one.