Poem: The Party

The Party
by Me

Ah the party was wonderful again!
Everyone fun and at ease.
I was well liked - admired by all,
Looking great
I sure made the scene.
And I cannot stand it.
I want to die.
Always after, always after
Always after the party
I want to die.
I hate them for having fun
I hate myself for not being able to join.
And i hate the world,
For creating me
apart, different.
me.