The music at the party is pumping.
All the teenagers are jumping.
But I only hear my heart thumping.
Alone on the sofa and slumping.
Stewing in solitude, a dumpling.
Starting to disintegrate, crumbling.
I feel a disturbance, a rumbling.
I reach for my phone, I'm fumbling,
For a text, a call, something,
Anything to enhance the numbing.
I rise from my perch, stumbling .
I collidewithsomepeople, they're grumbling.
Now I'm falling out the door, tumbling.
People are laughing, tutting frowning.
They see me on the ground, but I'm