There's me,
There's them.
Same room,
Different planet.
To them, I don't exist.

Secluded I sit,
Quiet I stay.
I don't really belong in their group anyway.

Like a ghost,
I slip through their radar.
Unseen.
Like ships in the night,
Slipping through foreign waters
Scared and alone,
Just trying to make it through.

Their happy, smiling faces,
Their mundane, mind-numbing chatter.
Drugs. ***. Parties.
To me, none of that matters.
Same room,
Different planet.