Not a party person

Shadows slumber as the sun goes down,

The loud music booms and beneath it I drown,

Cheap ethanol. Vodka, Rum. I have wine,

I Look down at my phone just to check the time,

Crowds and the crescendo of clashing conversation,

Through my chest I feel the songs vibration,

The cold air numbs my hands as I sit there forlorn,

All I want is my book and my bed in the warm,

But my friends have all left me for the lips of fleeting lovers,

Co-creating heat as they embrace one-another,

I engage in some basic banal conversation,

Things like the weather and current occupation,

I long for home but the last train has already left,

I listen and smile and nod my interest,

We booked a hostel but I'd have to convince my friends to leave,

So for my book and a bed and warmth I grieve,

People ask me to dance and they might get a song,

I want to have fun but not lead them on,

I'm an introvert and my feelings I find hard to express,

I don't want to disappoint and don't want to impress,

I'm sick of this party, I guess it's just not for me,

It makes me feel trapped when everyone else feels free.